"I'm sorry, Milly, to have given you so much annoyance."
"As if a girl with a decent gown on could ride in a street-car!"
"I'm sorry—"
"If you can't afford—"
"I didn't know you were so dependent on carriages—"
It was a pardonable human revenge, but it was the straw. In a flash Milly stripped the big diamond from her finger and dramatically held it forth to him.
"Here's your ring," she said.
"Milly!..."
It isn't wise to follow such a scene any further. I do not know that Milly finally flung the ring at her lover, though she was capable of doing it like an angry child. At any rate the symbolic circle of harmonious union lay on the floor between them when Grandma Ridge arrived, stealthily coming from behind the portières, her little gray shawl hugged tight about her narrow shoulders.
"Why, Milly—what is this? Clarence!"