Raoul looked at me as who should say, “Oh, these Northerners!”
“Perhaps it wasn’t necessary,” he added, with that faint tinge of sarcasm which is akin to humor. “Is that your ring you wear upon your finger?”
I know I started; and I felt myself blush. “It—it was given to me to wear,” I gasped.
“Exactly—and by Miss Jeanie Bruce—and Mr. Kirk Bruce gave it to Miss Jeanie. Of course he thought—when he heard a Miss Bruce and a gentleman had gone off to get married——”
“Kirk Bruce gave it to her?” I said. My mind works slowly at such times.
“Certainly. Did she not tell you so?”
“She said a gentleman gave it her——”
“Well, he was the gentleman.”
“Who had shot a schoolmate at boarding-school——”
“Same man, I assure you.”