"I brought this," began Isabel, offering him the violin.
He took it with a smile. "Thank you. I don't know that I shall ever use it again, but I am glad to have it."
There was a pause and Isabel moved restlessly in her chair. Then she slipped the ring from her finger. "Do you want this now?" she asked. Her face was a shade paler.
Allison laughed. "Indeed I don't. Whom could I give it to?"
"Rose," suggested Isabel, maliciously.
Allison sighed and turned his face away. "She wouldn't take it," he said, sadly.
Isabel slipped it back on her finger, evidently relieved. "I'm glad you're better," she went on, clearing her throat.
"Thank you. So am I."
"I saw your father, out in the car. The Doctor was with him."
"Yes. They're coming back for me in a little while."