“Your ring!” he echoed, dazed.
“My ring!” she said again; then he heard the voice of Mrs. Harris in the doorway. “Your ring, Miss Gladys?”
“I dropped it,” she said; and Samuel sank down upon his knees also.
They sought under the table. “It fell here,” she said. “It's my solitaire.”
“It must have rolled,” said Mrs. Harris, beginning to search.
“Put your head down and look about, Samuel,” commanded Miss Gladys, and Samuel obeyed; but he did not find any ring.
They continued the search for a minute. Mrs. Harris had come back to the table; and suddenly she exclaimed, “Here it is!”
“What!” cried the other. “Why, I looked there!”
“It was under the leg of the table,” explained the housekeeper.
“Ah!” said the other, and put the precious ring back upon her finger.