"And I think it would be wrong, and I am certain you could not do very well without it. And the locket, too--why, Nansie, it has my portrait in it!"
"I should like to keep the locket," said Nansie, opening it and gazing fondly at the handsome, smiling face of her lover and husband.
"I should think you would, indeed. Let me look at it. Upon my word, Nansie, it flatters me."
"It does not," said Nansie, energetically. "You are a great deal better-looking than the picture."
He laughed.
"Now it is you who are flattering; and, of course, you are only joking when you ask me to take the watch and chain back. Don't mention it again, there's a good girl. It gives me an uncomfortable feeling. Every lady has her watch and chain, and I should feel that mean if I saw you without one--well, there! don't let us talk about it. I shall be able to pay the jeweller. You don't know half the things I've got in my bachelor rooms; and just look at this diamond ring he wheedled me into buying for myself. Down in the bill for sixty pounds. To think I have never given you a ring!"
"Yes, you have, dear," said Nansie, kissing her wedding-ring.
"Of course, that," said Kingsley, taking her hand and kissing it, and keeping it clasped in his; "but I mean diamonds."
"I don't want diamonds, dear."
"Because you are the sweetest, most unselfish little wife that a fellow was ever blessed with. But confess, Nansie, now, you do like diamonds, don't you? No subterfuges, you know. I am your husband, and you mustn't deceive me. You do like them?"