"You are so entirely perfect that I know now I can never find jewels that will be worthy of you."
"Jewels?"
"Guess what I've been doing this morning!" He had leaned over closer to my chair as he spoke, and he again caught my hand and pressed it.
I smiled and shook my head.
"I've been buying my sweetheart an engagement ring."
"Oh!"
"That's what detained me. I couldn't find a stone that I exactly cared for."
He drew a little brown kid box from his pocket and touched the tiny pearl clasp.
"See if you think this will do," he said, handing me the opened box.
On the rich satin lining lay a big blue diamond; it caught the gleams of morning sunlight to its heart, then sent them back, with a dazzling radiance, to my eyes.