'You must answer that question for me, Jessie,' I said, still uncertain of the happiness that was in store for me.
We were standing by the mantelshelf, on which lay a little packet in brown paper. Jessie took it in her hand.
'Mother told me to give you this, Chris. Stay, though; what is that round your neck?'
'The ribbon you gave me, Jessie.'
'And the locket, where is that?'
'It is here, Jessie.' I showed it to her; the earnest look that was struggling to her eyes came into them fully.
'You did not cast me quite away, then? Have you always worn it, Chris?'
'Always, Jessie.'
'I am glad, I am glad,' she murmured, and presently said, 'Here is your packet, Chris.'
I opened it, and found the watch and the ivory brooch I had intended to give Jessie on her birthday.