"I told him you wouldn't care for it," he said. "You who have no end of presents."
"But none I value more than this," she said, her voice singing, so to speak. "I will always wear it."
"Don't," he said. "Better wear the bracelet that goes with your diamond set. That's more suitable to a rich person than this—though that's hard on Dolph, who chose it and paid for it, isn't it?"
She was silent a moment, then she said:
"That reminds me, Yorke. Do you know that I am likely to be richer even than you think?"
"Oh? Well, I'm very glad," he said, with friendly interest and pleasure. "What will you do with so much coin; roll in it?"
She sighed softly, and lifted her eyes to his for a moment, with a look that said, "I would like to give it to you, and you can roll in it, or fling it in the Thames, or play ducks and drakes with it, or anything." But he was not looking at her, and did not see the appeal of the soft brown eyes.
"There is one thing I can do with it," she said. "I can buy your horse, if you really mean selling it, Yorke. But you don't?"
"But I do," he said, quickly, and with a touch of red showing through his tan. "I'm going to cut down my establishment—big word 'establishment,' isn't it?—as low as it can be cut, and the horse has got to go."
"Then I will buy it," she said, her face flushing, and then going pale.