"Will you--shall we change?" he asked.
"Oh, I didn't mean to suggest that," I hurried to say. "I can give mine to my brother when I go home. And you--there must be some one——"
"I've no sister. And there's no one else," said Mr. Brett. "Do have it. You see, I couldn't get it on my little finger. And won't you keep the big one too? It isn't as if I were like Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox's other guests——"
I couldn't bear to hear him say that, so I broke in and insisted that he should have the ring. "She would want you to have it of course, if she knew," I said. "And besides, I want you to, which is something."
"It's everything," he answered.
Then we changed rings, and I told him that I hoped his would bring him luck, glorious luck.
"Do you wish it may give me what I want most in the world?" he asked; and I said that I did.
"What do you wish mine may give me?" I went on.
"What do you want most? Great wealth?" he questioned me.
I shook my head.