It was a gold band to wear in my hair, with a yellow topaz in it, and in the letter there was only, "To complete the portrait. Rönnow."
Of course aunt must try it on me at once—take down my hair, and call in uncle. Rönnow's taste was subtly inspired when it concerned me, she declared.
Oh, yes! it is becoming.
But with the letter and all the fantastical overvaluation, there is that which makes me feel that the gold band pinches my neck. Gratitude is a tiresome virtue.
Aunt lays so many plans for our social life next winter, and is rejoicing that Rönnow may possibly come for another trip.
For my part I must say I don't really know; I both want it and don't want it.
Chapter X
The more quickly and quietly the wedding could be arranged, the better, said the sheriff. It had its advantage in getting ahead of explanations and gossip. People submitted to an accomplished fact.