David’s hand was fumbling in his pocket.
“I bought a ring for—a certain young lady,” he said bitterly, “and she didn’t like it—or me—well enough to wear it. I wonder what you’d think of a ring like that?”
He thrust the white velvet case into her hands with a carelessly magnificent gesture of disdain.
“Do you mean for me to—to look at it?” asked the girl uncertainly.
“Yes, of course; look at it and tell me what you think about it.”
The girl’s face was a study as the sunshine leaped in a burst of dazzling colors from the imbedded gem.
“Oh!” she cried passionately. “Oh—my!”
“Do you like it?” asked David morosely. “Do you think it’s pretty enough for a girl to wear?”
“Pretty enough? Oh—I——”
She snapped the case shut.