There, too, was a ring Gregory had given her, and a veil his sister had sent, and there was a little roll of fine embroidered work which Trana had given her.

It was too fine and good even for Gregory's wife--just right for something very small and soft.

She would keep it.

And she touched it gently with her forefinger, smiling; and then she blushed and hid it far behind the other things.

She knew so well all that was in that drawer, and yet she turned them all over as though she saw them for the first time, packed them all out, and packed them all in, without one fold or crumple; and then sat down and looked at them.
Tomorrow evening when Lyndall came she would bring her here, and show it her all.