"No."
"Oh," she laughed derisively, "then, maybe, you will at least permit me to write and ask that my property be returned to me."
"Your ring?"
"My ring."
"No—please—"
But the "please" was drowned in a tide of indignation.
"I've had enough of your preposterous assurance. I'll write what and to whom I choose."
"Ethan won't read your letter. I'll wire that he is not to."
"It's likely he'll obey you!"
"Oh, be very sure he will."