“Yes!” looking up.
“I’ve—well, I’ve taken upon myself to bring you a small talisman. You won’t be angry with me?”
“I think it is very nice of you.”
“And you’ll accept it?” eagerly.
“What is it?” turning to the coals again.
Ted took a little parcel from his pocket, and unfolded a very valuable old gold coin with a hole in it.
“It’s a lucky coin,” he said. “I noticed you had a chain bracelet and I thought, perhaps, you wouldn’t mind letting me fix it on for you. It’s rather a rare one. My father was a great collector, and it used to belong to him.”
“Oh! but you mustn’t give it to me then,” she cried.
“Yes, I want to,” firmly, “and I am going to fix it on myself.”
She gave him her bracelet, impelled by some unseen force, and watched him silently while he carefully fixed the coin to one of the links. A little while afterward he wrung her hand, looked a whole world of love into her eyes, and hurried away.