"No, not in fifty lifetimes. Did she say I would?"
"She said she expected it."
"Did she? Well, I wouldn't give a brass farthing for her expectations. Just like her to say that. I wonder what her game was. I wonder did she think you could persuade me to it."
He looked up at her; but Sally said nothing. She could have told him—told him to the letter what he wanted to know—but she said nothing. Then he asked her again why she had come that evening to see him.
"Is it anything to do with that parcel?" he asked suspiciously.
Her eyes turned to the little box in its wrapping of brown paper. She reached out her hand and took it from the table.
"Yes," she replied.
"Oh, the bracelet?"
"Yes."
Her fingers attacked the knots on the string with half-hearted enthusiasm.