“These ice-pails are not included, sir.”
“Well, send them also, and let me know the price. How handsome that brooch is! Let me see it on your velvet dress, Mrs. Kennyfeck. Yes, that really looks well. Pray let it remain there.”
“Oh, I could not think of such a thing! It is far too costly. It is the most splendid—”
“You 'll not refuse me, I hope, a first request, madam,” said he, with a half-offended air.
Mrs. Kennyfeck, really overwhelmed by the splendor of the gift, complied with a reluctant shame.
“These are the diamonds that were ordered for the bride,” said Leonard, opening a jewel-casket, and exhibiting a most magnificent suite.
“Oh, how sorry she must be!” cried Miss Kennyfeck, as she surveyed the glittering mass.
“If she loved him,” murmured Olivia, in a low whisper, as if to herself, but overheard by Cashel, who kept his eyes towards her with an expression of deep interest.
“If the gentleman stood in need of such a set,” said Leonard, “I am empowered to dispose of them at the actual cost. It is old Mr. Fenchurch who suffers all the loss, and he can very well afford it. As a wedding present, sir—”
“But I am not going to be married, that I know of,” said Cashel, smiling.