After a little hesitation, Dalhousie replied that he had.
"We will talk of it some other time," said Jaspar, satisfied, from the air and manner of the other, that his statement was false.
Dalhousie put on his hat, and, taking the mourning ring from the table, was about to enfold it in a bit of paper.
"What are you about, sir?" exclaimed Jaspar, as he witnessed the act.
"The ring is my property, is it not?" said Dalhousie.
"Put it down, or, by heavens, I will expose your rascality in taking it!"
"Do not be hasty, sir. I have not studied your looks, the last hour, without profiting by them."
"What do you mean by that?" said Jaspar, a little startled.
"I mean that the death of your niece does not seem to be received with that degree of sorrow which an uncle would naturally feel."
"Fool! she was not my niece!"