'Guard your tongue! A ring, of course.'
Elias shook an obdurate head. 'No. I must have the old ring back.'
'That is impossible—unless you marry her to get it back. Stay! Why should I not arrange that for you?'
'Leave me in peace! Heaven has opened my eyes.'
'Then see how economical she is!' urged Sugarman. 'A maiden who sticks to a ring like that is not likely to be wasteful of your substance.'
'You have not seen her swallow "stuffed monkeys,"' said Elias grimly. 'Make an end! I have done with her.'
'No, you have not! You can still give yourself a counsel.' And Sugarman looked a conscious sphinx. 'You may yet get back the ring.'
'How?'
'Of course, I have the next disposal of it?' said Sugarman.