Certainly this was not encouraging behaviour; nevertheless, she braced up her courage, and determined to make one more attempt to recover her original ring.
“Give me my own ring, Reginald.”
“I have already told you, Alice, that I will not,” he returned, still pursuing his amusement.
“And will you never take me back as your wife?” she asked almost inaudibly.
“What do you mean?” he inquired, arresting himself in the act of taking aim, and turning towards her at last.
“What I say,” she replied with more firmness.
“I shall be only too glad to take you back, as you call it, now—this instant.”
“Do you really mean it?”
“Yes, of course I do; but have you not something to say to me besides,” he asked, looking at her anxiously.
Was ever anyone so blind to the right employment of great opportunities?