He took a small, round, leather-covered box out of his waistcoat pocket.
"My dear Rodney--how should I know what it is?"
As she looked at the outside of the box her eyes began to sparkle--as if she did not know!
"There! Why, it's a ring!"
"What a pet."
"Give me your hand!"
"That's not the proper hand."
"Isn't it? Which is the proper hand?"
"Rodney! How ignorant you are!"
"My dear, have I had your experience?"