She accidently upset her glass of “Dubonnet” over her left hand, saturating her white glove so that she was compelled to take it off.
“Why!” ejaculated the Count in sudden amazement, pointing to her uncovered hand. “What does that mean?”
She wore upon her finger a wedding ring!
Her face went crimson. For a moment the pretty girl was too confused to speak.
“Ah!” she cried in a low, earnest tone, as she bent towards him. “Forgive me, Bindo. I—I did not tell you. How could I?”
“You should have told me. It was your duty to tell me. Remember, we are old friends. How long have you been married?”
“Only three weeks. This is my honeymoon.”
“And your husband?”
“Four days ago business took him to Genoa. He is still absent.”