Instead, she drew a little ribbon from her breast, on which hung a plain gold ring, and gazing earnestly at this token she remarked very quietly: "Carleton, have you ever thought that but for this ring no proof remains in all this world of our ever having been married ?" "But our hearts know it.

Is that not enough ?" he asked.
"For to-day, yes.

But when uncle goes...." His kisses finished the sentence for her, and love resumed its sway; but when alone and wakeful on her pillow, she recalled his look, the sting of her first doubt darted through her uneasy heart, and feeling eagerly after the ring she tore it from its ribbon and put it on her finger.
"It is my right," she whispered.

"Henceforth I shall wear it.

He loves me too well to quarrel with my decision.