‘Oh, papa! and a tiger in buttons and a gold band?’
‘I do not know.’
‘I am sure he will, papa! I’d rather have that than go to Lanherne.’
Mr. Jordan knocked with his stick against the wall. Eve was frightened.
‘Papa, don’t be too hasty. I only meant that I hate Lanherne!’
In fact, she was alarmed by his mention of the ring, and following her usual simple tactics had diverted the current of his thoughts into another direction.
Barbara and Mr. Coyshe came in.
‘She consents,’ said Mr. Jordan. ‘Eve, give him your hand. Where is the ring?’
She drew back.