No wonder her eyes
had been attracted; here were all kinds of beautiful things and
splendors--tiaras, coronets, necklaces, pendants, bracelets, earrings,
bangles, brooches--set with all manner of precious stones, the clear,
radiant diamond, the purple amethyst, the sea-green emerald, the mystic
opal, the blue-black sapphire, the clouded pearl. Her raptured vision
wandered from tray to tray, but it was a comparatively trifling article
that finally claimed her attention--a tiny finger-ring set with small
rubies and brilliants.
"Oh, do look at this!" she said to her companion. "Did you ever see such
a love of a ring?--what a perfect engagement-ring it would make!"
Then what mad, half-sullen, half-petulant, and wholly reckless impulse
sprang into his brain!
"Well, will you wear that as an engagement-ring, if I give it to you?"
he asked.
She looked up, startled, amused, but not displeased.
"Why, really--really--that _is_ a question to ask!" she exclaimed.
"Come along in and see if it fits your finger--come along!" and
therewith Miss Burgoyne, a little bewildered and still inclined to
laugh, found herself at the jeweller's counter. Was it a joke? Oh,
certainly not.
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