My heart sank. How could even the ever resourceful L.C.P. get round that sharp corner?
She was equal to it. "You are very considerate," she replied, "but I am old-fashioned and used to Scotch ways; and in Scotland even elderly persons like myself are used also to walking in the rain, otherwise we should seldom walk at all. Indeed, we rather like rain, in pleasant company."
With this, she got up briskly, and it was as a trio that we had our wet walk through the streets of Amsterdam.
The shops were still bright, however, and I stopped my two companions under their dripping umbrellas, in front of a window blazing with a display of jewelry.
"Now, what should you say was the most beautiful thing of the lot?" I asked.
"That ring," promptly answered Menela, pointing to a pigeon-blood cabuchon ruby, of heart shape, set with clear white diamonds.
It was a ring for a lover to offer to his lady.
It was a ring for a lover to offer to his lady