If you don't like sapphires it can be changed.

Please wear it, and believe me to be "Yours, "Tancred." He put the note with the little ring-case, inclosed both in a large envelope, and then he rang the bell.
"Send this up to the Countess Shulski," he said to the footman who presently came.

"And is my motor at the door ?" It was, so he descended the stairs.
"To Glastonbury House," he ordered his chauffeur.

Then he leaned back against the cushions, no look of satisfaction upon his face.
Ethelrida might be having tea, and she was always so soothing and sympathetic.
Yes, her ladyship was at home, and he was shown up into his cousin's own sitting-room.
Lady Ethelrida Montfitchet had kept house for her father, the Duke of Glastonbury, ever since she was sixteen when her mother had died, and she acted as hostess at the ducal parties, with the greatest success.
She was about twenty-five now, and one of the sweetest of young women.
She was very tall, rather plain, and very distinguished.
Francis Markrute thought her beautiful.

He was fond of analyzing types and breeds, and he said there were those who looked as if they had been poured into more or less fine or clumsy mould, and there were others who were sharply carved as with a knife.