'It ought to have a name of its own! I'm sure it's more beautiful than many of the named crown jewels!' She felt half hypnotised as she gazed into the glorious depths of the great stone. 'Thank you,' she cried, 'thank you so very much. I'm gladder to have it than all the other things.'
And thereupon she threw her magnificent arms round Rufus Van Torp's solid neck, and kissed his cool flat cheek several times; and it seemed quite natural to her to do so; and she wished to forget how she had once kissed one other man, who had kissed her.
'It wants a name, doesn't it?' assented Mr. Van Torp.
'Yes. You must find one for it.'
'Well,' he said, 'after what's happened, I suppose we'd better call it "The Diva's Ruby."'
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