"Oh, beg pardon. You want this, I suppose?" and, handing her the dainty teacup, he calmly slipped the ring into his waistcoat-pocket and languidly murmured, "Thanks."
"Well, I like that."
"Yes? So do I, rather better than the others."
"May I ask what you purpose doing with my ring?"
"I was just thinking. I've ordered a new Amidon for Larkin, a new ninety-dollar suit for Ferry, and I shall be decidedly poor this month, even if we recover Merton's watch."
"Oh, well, if it's only to pawn one, why not take a diamond?"
"But it isn't."
"What then, pray?"
"Well, again I was just thinking—whether I could find another to match this up in town, or send this one—to her."
"Mr. Waring! Really?" And now Mrs. Cram's bright eyes are dancing with eagerness and delight.