“Wasn’t it rather a costly gift?” he said. “I noticed that the bracelet was a handsome one.”
She looked at her arm.
“It was only a plain gold one,” she laughed. “It was your fault; you ought to have had some money.”
“It was,” he admitted; “and I must atone for it. I must buy you another.”
He spoke half in jest, half in earnest.
“No, don’t, please,” she said, quite simply; “I’ve too many already. It takes Lady Wyndover and me half an hour to decide which I’m to wear. As if it mattered!”
“You don’t care?” he asked.
“No,” she said; “I liked them when they first came home; but I think they look prettier in the jeweler’s cases than anywhere else.”
“You would not find many persons to agree with you,” he said.