"I should like to know if it fits," said Field quietly, as if she had not spoken.
She opened the packet and disclosed not the orthodox diamond ring she had expected, but a ring containing a single sapphire very deep in hue, exquisitely cut. She looked at him over it, her look a question.
"Will you put it on?" he said.
She hesitated an instant, then with a tightening of the lips she slipped it on to her left hand.
"Is it too easy?" he said.
She looked at him again.
"No; it is not easy at all."
He took her hand and looked at it. His touch was cool and strong. He slipped the ring up and down upon her finger, testing it. It was as if he waited for something.
She endured his action for a few seconds, then with a deliberate movement she took her hand away.
"Thank you very much," she said conventionally. "I wonder what made you think of a sapphire."