He opened his pocket-book and a little flush of colour came suddenly into her cheeks. He drew out the ring silently.
“Will you trust yourself now and finally, Geraldine?” he asked.
She held out her finger.
“I shall be so proud and so happy to have it again,” she whispered. “I do really feel as though I had behaved like a foolish child, and I don’t like the feeling at all, because in these days one should be more than ordinarily serious, shouldn’t one? Shall I be able to make it up to you, Hugh, do you think?”
He stooped to meet her lips.
“There is an atonement you might make, dear,” he ventured. “Do you remember a suggestion of mine at one of those historic luncheons of Lady Anselman’s?”
She laughed into his eyes for a moment and then looked away.
“I was wondering whether you had forgotten that,” she confessed.