"Do you know," she said, "I can't help feeling a little sorry for poor mamma."
"Then," said he, "put your left hand behind your back." She felt him slide a heavy ring upon her engagement finger. "Show her that, and tell her that it isn't glass."
Eve couldn't keep from just one covert glance at her ring. The sight of it almost took her breath away.
Dinner was announced.
"I am frightened," she said; "have I given myself to a djinn?"
"My Eve doesn't know whom she's given herself to," he whispered.
"I don't believe I do," she said.
"You don't," said he.
An immense pride in his father's wealth and his own suddenly surged in Fitz. He could give her all those things that she had renounced for his sake, and more, too. But he did not tell her at that time.
The great ruby on the slim hand flashed its message about the festive board. Some of the best-bred ladies in the land threatened to become pop-eyed from looking at it.