'Did she give it to you?'
'Why do you ask?'
'Did she give it to you?' repeated Allan, with a dangerous gleam in his dark eyes.
'No.'
'How comes it to be there, then?'
'Don't take to high falutin. I slipped it on in mere fun, and it will not come off again.
'Indeed! allow me.'
And Allan, in a moment, by twisting the ductile Indian gold, wrenched it off, and Holcroft's eyes had a malevolent flash in them as he stooped to strike a ball.
'Thanks,' said Allan, pocketing the bangle. 'Now we shall have a cigar.'
For a moment he felt a little ashamed of his sudden irritation, and proffered his cigar-case to Holcroft, who smiled his thanks and accepted a Havana.