I will get a strip of white india-rubber to cover the ring, so
that no one shall be able to see it on the stage."
Perhaps he recalled the fact that recently she had been wearing another
ring similarly concealed from the public gaze; or perhaps he had
forgotten that little circumstance. What did it matter? Did anything
matter? He only knew he had pledged himself to marry Kate
Burgoyne--enough.
CHAPTER XX.
IN DIRER STRAITS.
Now, when a young man, in whatever wayward mood of petulance or defiance
or wounded self-love, chooses to play tricks with his own fate, he is
pretty sure to discover that sooner or later he has himself to reckon
with--his other and saner self that will arise and refuse to be
silenced. And this awakening came almost directly to Lionel Moore. Even
as he went down to the theatre that same evening, he began to wonder
whether Miss Burgoyne would really be wearing the ring he had given her.
Or would she not rather consider the whole affair a joke?--not a very
clever joke, indeed, but at least something to be put on one side and
forgotten. She had been inclined to laugh at the idea of two people
becoming engaged to each other in the middle of the London streets.
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