"Then if you marry they will belong to your wife?"
"If I marry."
A mischievous look came into Maggy's face.
"I don't suppose the future Lady Chalfont would like to see Miss Maggy Delamere taking her pick," she said. She became serious again. "I shan't sleep comfortably while I have them."
"I shall," smiled Chalfont. "Will you choose what you want?"
Maggy made a discreet choice, avoiding the tiara and the more splendid objects much as she would have liked to see them on Alexandra. Chalfont put the jewels into a smaller case for her. When he had done that he handed her a little pendant, a dainty thing of small diamonds with a ruby center.
"How do you like that?" he asked.
"It's sweet," said Maggy, holding it up for inspection.
"I would like you to keep it."
"I would like to keep it, too. But"—she handed it back—"I can't take it."