"I loved you the moment you came into my mother's room."
"Nonsense. You hated me."
"I did not like the way you treated me; but I never hated you. I was afraid of you."
"If your mother can hear you say that, she is certainly smiling, for she knows you are not afraid of anybody. You're a very stiff-necked person."
"I know you have a right to laugh at me; but I believe our 'guides' have brought us together. I need you—now—and if I dared I'd ask you to wear this." He disclosed a ring in his hand.
She looked at it narrowly. "I know that ring; it was your mother's. She kept it in a little velvet box together with an old-fashioned locket."
"Yes, it is hers. It isn't very grand, compared with your own, but I wish you'd put it on and consider it my promissory note."
"Your promissory note!"
"Yes, I promise to buy it back with all the money you have lost through my mother's advice. Will you wear it for me?"
"Where do you expect to find so much money?"