There was something more
yet to learn.
"I expect the rumor of her engagement is due to the fact that she wears a
beautiful ring lately, the ring and the rumor go together, I expect," and
he looked keenly into Mr. Sherwood's face, as if to read any unexpressed
thoughts on the matter.
"Oh! she wears a new ring, does she? That's nothing, Traverse; most young
ladies are fond of jewelry, you know. There is nothing in it, depend upon
it, for if the ring had come from the other one I would have known it at
once--there! lost again, Traverse; I don't believe you are in a playing
humor to-night."
"Is there anyone likely to come between Miss Dexie and this young
Englishman, anyone who may have sent her the ring, Mr. Sherwood? You spoke
just now as if there was."
"Well, there _is_ one who would like to bestow his hand and fortune on her,
but she will have none of it; surely it can't be that she has changed her
mind, after all," and Mr. Sherwood laid down his chessman to consider this
new phase of the question. Could it be that the ring was from Hugh, and she
not tell of it? The game lost its interest with this new thought, and
hearing the sound of the piano through the walls, he said:
"Suppose you wheel me into the sitting-room; I hear Dexie at the piano.
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