“How could I?”
“I never dreamed!” she said, and she looked at the watch upon her wrist and at that in the green velvet box. “Queer!” she laughed. “Now I have two!”
“Would you mind wearing mine?” Hobart asked, and he laughed with her.
“But he’ll see it!”
Hobart’s laughter became gayer and louder. “What if he does?”
“Perhaps you’re right,” Julietta said, and as she took the magnificent tiny miracle from the box, there began to shine in her eyes an exultation that could be ruthless. “Perhaps I’d better wear yours and keep his in my pocket.”
“Perhaps you’d better,” he agreed, still laughing. “Don’t let him see the joke’s on him till we get back to the clubhouse, though. If he asks you about it, don’t tell him till then;—I want to get away first.”
“Yes,” she assented, thoughtfully. “Perhaps that would be just as well.”