‘Coffee, my lady!’ said the butler, entering at this moment. Nor was Atlee grieved at the interruption.
‘I am enough of a Turk,’ said she laughingly, ‘to like that muddy, strong coffee they give you in the East, and where the very smallness of the cups suggests its strength. You, I know, are impatient for your cigarette, Mr. Atlee, and I am about to liberate you.’ While Atlee was muttering his assurances of how much he prized her presence, she broke in, ‘Besides, I promised my uncle a visit before tea-time, and as I shall not see you again, I will wish you now a pleasant journey and a safe return.’
‘Wish me success in my expedition,’ said he eagerly.
‘Yes, I will wish that also. One word more. I am very short-sighted, as you may see, but you wear a ring of great beauty. May I look at it?’
‘It is pretty, certainly. It was a present Walpole made me. I am not sure that there is not a story attached to it, though I don’t know it.’
‘Perhaps it may be linked with the “entanglement,’” said she, laughing softly.
‘For aught I know, so it may. Do you admire it?’
‘Immensely,’ said she, as she held it to the light.
‘You can add immensely to its value if you will,’ said he diffidently.
‘In what way?’