"I promise!"
All at once his eyes, which had been searching, rested on her left hand. On the fourth finger, guarded by the gold band of her marriage, was the ruby ring.
"It's the same, isn't it?" he asked.
"I always wear it," she said, raising it to her eyes. "It is a fetish."
"We ran across Garraboy a couple of times ... He married her, you know."
"She married him, you mean..."
"Yes, that would be more correct ... watches the beggar like a hound ... a pleasant life he has of it! ... By the way, did the story about the ring ever leak out?"
"Never!" She rose, as though feeling the end of the intermission. "Tell me one thing, Teddy...."
"A dozen!"
"Did you tell your wife I advised you not to marry?"