Mark reflected a moment. Remembering that the rings were not valuable, he decided to show them.
"Here are the rings!" he said, producing them from his pocket.
The young man opened the small caskets, and his eyes lighted up with satisfaction when he saw the glittering rings.
"What is the price?" he asked, looking up.
"That ring is three hundred and fifty dollars, the other is four hundred."
"Seven hundred and fifty together."
"Yes."
"I will show them to my aunt. Perhaps she may decide to keep both."
"You won't be long?" asked Mark, as the young man left the room.
"No. I'll be back as soon as my aunt decides."