"No," he replied.
"Then you can send for them on your arrival. Please yourself. If you do not go on my terms, I shall go alone."
Then he looked at the rippling, golden hair, that fell in such shining profusion over her shoulders, at the dress of rich velvet, silk and delicate lace.
"You are not dressed for traveling. Why be so hasty?" he said.
"I can purchase anything I want at Genoa," she replied.
Then he noticed for the first time what costly jewels she wore, and how her hands were covered with shining gems. For the first time a thrill of uneasiness, of doubt, of fear, shot through him.
"You have some beautiful jewels, Doris," he said, slowly.
Her face flushed, then she laughed carelessly.
"How easy it is to deceive a man," she said; "a lady would have known at one glance that they were not real."
He felt greatly relieved.