"And why didn't you?"
"Because you became an heiress all of a sudden."
"Well, what signifies which of us has the dross, so that there is enough for both?"
"That is true," said Griffith, approving his own sentiment, but not recognizing his own words. "Here's my mother's ring, on my little finger, sweet mistress. But I must ask you to draw it off, for I have but one hand."
Kate made a wry face. "Well, that is my fault," said she, "or I would not take it from you so."
She drew off his ring, and put it on her finger. Then she gave him her largest ring, and had to put it on his little finger for him.
"You are making a very forward girl of me," said she, pouting exquisitely.
He kissed her hand while she was doing it.
"Don't you be so silly," said she; "and, you horrid creature, how you smell of wine! The bullet, please."
"The bullet!" exclaimed Griffith. "What bullet?"