"There, my angel, wear it; it will fit your fat finger, though it was too large for her slender one."
"What will she say when she sees it?" inquired the woman, contemplating the golden circle with a triumphant smile.
"She will not recognize it. All wedding rings are alike. This one has no mark to distinguish it from all other wedding rings."
"And so I have got it!" said the woman, clapping her hands gleefully.
"Yes, my sweet, and you shall have everything else; the three millions of pounds sterling and the title of viscountess included."
"Ah! but how got you all the fortune in money so easily?"
"I sold everything, bank stock, railway shares, city houses, tobacco plantations, lead mines, foundries, gorillas, and all! And I have transferred the whole in simple cash to this country."
"And it is three millions?"
"Three millions."
"Ciel! Now, then, I can have my villa at Torquay, and my yacht, and my—"