He neither moved nor spoke.
She laid a shy hand on his shoulder. "Jeff!" Her voice was pleading and rather breathless, as though she would ask him to bear with her. "I want to thank you so much—so very much—for your Christmas gift. See! I'm wearing it."
She slipped her hand down into his, so that he held it pressed against his cheek. He spoke no word, but against her fingers she felt a quiver.
She bent over him, growing bolder. "Jeff, I—I want you to give me back—my wedding-ring."
He did not stir or answer.
"Please!" she whispered. "Won't you?"
And then dumbly, keeping his face hidden, he drew her hand down to his breast-pocket.
"Is it there?" she whispered. "May I take it?"
Her fingers felt for and found what they sought. Her hand came up again, wearing the ring. And then, with a swift, impulsive movement she knelt before him, clasping his two wrists.