"I have. This is still another." And uncovering her hand she showed a ring with a large and beautiful diamond.
He rose. "Whose is that?" he demanded apprehensively.
"Mine—" her eyes met his.
"But who gave it to you?"
"Mr. Stillings," was the soft reply.
He stared at her helplessly. "I—I—don't understand!" he stammered.
"Well, to be brief, I'm engaged to Mr. Stillings."
"What! To that flat-headed—"
"No," she coolly interrupted, "to the Register of the Treasury."
The man was too dumbfounded, too overwhelmed for coherent speech.