‘Yes, dear.’
‘How did you recover it? Who found it for you?’
‘Jasper.’
Eve turned her ring on her finger.
‘My darling,’ said Barbara, ‘you have not been candid with me about that ring. Did Dr. Coyshe give it to you?’
‘Dr. Coyshe! Oh, Barbara, that ever you should think of me as aspiring to be Mrs. Squash!’
‘When did you get the ring?’
‘Yesterday.’
‘Who gave it to you? You must tell me.’