“Ma foi, mais oui, miladi! I love London—the sea is so triste. Miladi will take her jewels with her, sans doute?”
“My jewels, Pauline! I have none.”
“Mais, how stupide! Miladi has never been even shown her beautiful jewels! Ah, miladi must see them—they are magnifiques!”
Pauline brought the richly-inlaid case to a table near, and spread the contents of the numerous morocco cases on the cloth. Margery looked at the jewels in silence; she did not touch one of the glittering rings or bracelets, or lift the tiara of diamonds from its velvet throne.
Their beauty amazed, but did not please her; ambition for such things had no place in her nature. She smiled faintly at Pauline’s delight and many ejaculations.
“Milord had them all brought down from the manor for miladi. See—she will wear this when she is presented. Does not miladi like them, and the case with the arms and the letters of miladi’s name? See—how beautiful!”
“Yes, they are very beautiful,” replied Lady Court, quietly; “but I shall not wear them just yet, Pauline.”
“But miladi must put on a few rings above her bague de mariage—mais oui—just a simple one; it will look better.”
Margery hesitated; then, hearing a slight noise, she turned and met her husband’s tender eyes.
“Pauline has been showing me my jewels; they are beautiful—too beautiful. I thank you for them all. She tells me that I must wear some rings above my wedding one. Will you put them on?”