Faintly she murmured, "Yes—it does get in your eye——"
VII
On the hot loose sand above the highest seaweed I made her sit down. Presently she had recovered a little. Her manner was now undoubtedly that of a person on whose back a half-withdrawn burden is reimposed. But she shouldered it.
"Where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes on the ring in my palm.
"Do you remember Philip asking me to pack up some sketches for him and sending me his key?"
"He did say something about it. Monty had left."
"I found the ring on the Sunday afternoon I went for the sketches. It was in a hole in the studio floor."
"In a hole.... Ah-h-h-h!"
I looked sharply at her, but continued.