“Ring?” I repeated vaguely, as I put on my gloves.
“You will have to have one, you know. An engagement ring, as the outward and visible sign of the new conditions,” he said nonchalantly, as we rose. “Must have a ring to clinch the effect!”
Yes, I thought resentfully, that “clinches” it—for him. He doesn’t think of my side of the affair at all! He doesn’t see that his accurately mapped-out time-table includes any unpleasantness—just because he doesn’t choose to admit it!
I turned to him as we sat in the cab. I felt like “the turning worm” as I pulled myself together for what I meant to say.
CHAPTER VII
CHOOSING THE RING
“About that—engagement ring, Mr. Waters——”
“Yes?”
“You want me to take to wearing it, as soon as you have got it, I suppose?”