"But it's a ruby--why, it's valuable--where on earth did it come from?"
"A fairy uncle left it."
"Left it?"--Adair stared at her astounded.
"Yes, I was afraid he wouldn't keep his promise to come back, so he said I could hold it by way of a pledge."
"But who is He?"
"Rolls Reece, I think his name is."
In an instant he was by her side, clutching at her arm.
"Phyllis--my God--it wasn't really Rolls Reece?"
"Yes, Booful-love-darling, it just was, and I've adopted him as our fairy uncle, and he has adopted us, and he's coming back at nine this evening to talk things over, and he wants to star you in a new play of his, and listen, listen, Cyril, he believes in you, and says you have an immense talent, and says he is going to write you play after play, and, oh, my darling, my darling, my darling--!"
CHAPTER XXVII