It was old-fashioned--a round mass of small diamonds with a good-sized central one.
"You are quite right," he said.

"The ring is far too valuable for you to dispose of.

Bring it to my house at four o'clock, and I will get rid of it for you." Mrs.Puckridge was greatly relieved, and ended the interview by leading the way to the back-door.

When she opened it, he saw his patient sitting in the little arbor.

She rose, and came to meet him.
"You see I am quite well now," she said, holding out her hand.
Her tone was guarded, but surely the ice was melting a little! Was she taking courage at the near approach of her deliverance?
She stooped to pick a double daisy from the border.