"Kingsley, dear," said Nansie, interrupting him.
"Yes, Nansie."
"This watch and chain was bought of the jeweller, was it not?"
She pointed to a pretty watch and chain she was wearing, which, with a locket, he had given to her on the morning they had disclosed to Nansie's father the secret of their marriage.
"Yes, my dear," he said, gayly.
"And was not paid for when you gave it to me?"
"And was not paid for," he repeated, in the same gay tone, "when I gave it to you. But," he added, "it will be before I return."
"Don't you think, Kingsley, dear, that it would be best for you to ask the jeweller to take it back? It will make your account lighter."
"What?" he cried. "Rob you of my own gift! Not likely, Nansie. Well, that is an idea to get into your head! And you call yourself practical!"
"I think it would be right, my dear, and I can do very well without it."