I certainly never should have put that ring on again." Horace felt daunted by her light valuation of it, but when he was in the house, and in his room, and neither Sylvia nor Henry had been awakened, he removed the thing and looked at it closely.

All the inner surface was covered with a clear inscription, very clear, although of a necessity in minute characters--"Let love abide whate'er betide." Horace laughed tenderly.

"She has given me more than she knows," he thought..