"Well and happy," I assured him.
"Will you give her something from me?"
"I'm not so sure," I said, jestingly; "for you've quite won her heart already. She talks of nothing but the 'dark gentleman.'"
A glow of pleasure lit up his face.
"And now, what is it you want me to give her?"
He took a small box from his waistcoat pocket. It was the prettiest little ring, with a green stone in the center.
"The color of hope—the color of Ireland," Roderick observed.
"A good omen," I said, looking at the gem, where it lay sparkling in the wadding.
"You will give that to Winifred from her unknown friend," Roderick said.