"To marry him."
"Oh, no; that's off."
"Is it off?" cried Teerswell delightedly. "Good! It was foolish from the first—that black country—"
"Gently," Miss Wynn checked him. "I'm not yet over the habit."
"Come. See what I've bought. You know I have a salary now." He produced a ring with a small diamond cluster.
"How pretty!" she said, taking it and looking at it. Then she handed it back.
He laughed gayly. "It's yours, Carrie. You're going to marry me."
She looked at him queerly.
"Am I? But I've got another ring already," she said.
"Oh, send Alwyn's back."