"I remember that he always did wear such a ring."
"I should like to have that," said Madame Goesler.
"You have them all,—everything. He makes no distinction."
"I should like to have that, Lady Glen,—for the sake of the hand that wore it. But, as God is great above us, I will never take aught else that has belonged to the Duke."
"Not take them!"
"Not a gem; not a stone; not a shilling."
"But you must."
"I rather think that I can be under no such obligation," she said, laughing. "Will you write to Mr. Palliser,—or I should say, to the Duke,—to-night, and tell him that my mind is absolutely made up?"
"I certainly shall not do that."
"Then I must. As it is, I shall have pleasant memories of his Grace. According to my ability I have endeavoured to be good to him, and I have no stain on my conscience because of his friendship. If I took his money and his jewels,—or rather your money and your jewels,—do you think I could say as much?"