“Try it on,” said Harry.
She held out her finger, and he slipped the jewel into its place.
“It fits perfectly!” she cried, enchanted, turning her hand round and round, so that it should flash in the sun.
“Darling!” he exclaimed, throwing his arm round her.
“Oh, please don’t! Some one might be looking. Every one can see you from here.”
“But, Isoline, do you love me?”
“Yes, I do indeed!”
“And you will be my wife? You haven’t said it, you know, dear.”
“I will,” she said, still contemplating her left hand.