"It is very pretty," she said, "and you are very kind."
Then I opened the case containing the plain ring and she found a suitable position for that also. When I showed her the eardrops she grew more interested and on trying them on declared them "perfectly sweet."
"I used to have some very like them," she said, with a sigh, "but that was long ago. How very good you are. Are you not tired of the expense I cause you?"
I assured her that I was not, in the least.
"I do not own a piece of jewelry in the world," she added, "except a wedding ring, that belonged to my mother."
"And these," I corrected her by saying.
"No. These are not mine. They are merely part of the make-up for the rôle I am to play. You shall have them all back again when the curtain is rung down."
She took out her purse, and drew forth the ring of which she had spoken. Placing it on her wedding finger she held it out to me.
"Don't I look quite like a married woman?" she asked, smilingly.
"Quite," I assented, "and a very sweet bride you make, too."