But while she was considering him thus dispassionately (they had got out in the country by this time) he pulled a little case out of his side pocket and snapping it open revealed a slender bracelet of platinum and diamonds exquisitely wrought.
"Will you accept it?" he murmured.
Pen started as if she had been stung, and a surprising feeling of rage welled up in her. She could scarcely speak for it.
"I couldn't possibly! I couldn't possibly!" she murmured.
"It wasn't very expensive," he murmured deprecatingly. "I purposely picked out something inexpensive."
Inexpensive! Pen stared at him. The thing had obviously cost thousands. But she saw that he was sincere in it.
"It attracted me," he went on. "It's so hard to find anything that looks as if any thought or care had gone into it. That's why I got it."
"You had no right to suppose that I would accept it," said Pen sorely.
"I didn't suppose it. I just took a chance."
Pen was reminded that she must keep on terms with him. "I'm sorry," she said more mildly. "I couldn't possibly."