“As what?”
“Her picture in the paper.”
“Haven’t I said enough for you to know it?”
Jane nodded. “Yes. But it doesn’t sound real to me. Are you sure you didn’t dream it?”
“I’ll say I didn’t. Isn’t that the proof?” The gray bag lay on the table in front of them, the ring was on Jane’s finger.
She turned it to catch the light. “Baldy,” she said, “it’s beyond imagination.”
“I told you——”
“Think of having a ring like this——”
“Think,” fiercely, “of having a lover who ran away.”
“Well,” said Jane, “there are some advantages in being—unsought. I’m like the Miller-ess of Dee—