Mrs. Phillips frowned.
“You are too commanding.”
“Please.”
“You do it,” and she held out her hand.
He gravely pulled off first one with two large turquoises—he had given it to her—next a small one with a diamond, then her wedding ring which he put in his pocket, and replaced it with one almost exactly like it.
“With my body I thee worship,” he said, and he added a ring with three large sapphires in a light gold setting. The stones were set high and they shone.
“You do not wear his ring now.”
“How beautiful the stones are,” she answered.
“I have always been jealous of that ring,” he said.
“Have you? ‘Jealousy is as cruel as the grave,’ saith Solomon. Do not be cruel.”