“Look up and answer me.”
She could not look up; she could not answer.
“Tessa, say something.”
“Something,” she said childishly between laughter and tears.
After a moment, during which her glove had been unbuttoned and rebuttoned and he had leaned back, holding the reins loosely, she spoke:
“You have been patient with me. I will not have any more whims or fancies—I know now beyond any need of reasoning—”
“What do you know?”
“Something very happy.”
“And now shall we be as happy as Sue and her rich old lover?”
“Do you see this ring?” touching the emerald. “It means that I must tell your mother that I am satisfied, fully and entirely and thoroughly, before I say ‘Yes.’”