"Here," said she.
"Open it," Lot whispered.
Madelon pressed the spring in the case, and held it out open towards Lot without a glance at its contents.
"Look," he said.
Madelon glanced at the little gold watch, curled round with a long gold chain, which the case contained, and continued to hold it out towards Lot.

"I've looked," said she.

"Here, take it; I must go home." "Oh, Madelon, it's for you." "I don't want it." "Take it--Madelon, won't you have it?
I got it for you." "No, I don't want it.

Shall I put it back in the drawer ?" "Don't you think it's a pretty watch ?" "Yes.

Shall I put it back ?" "You haven't any watch, Madelon." "I don't want one." Madelon closed the case impatiently, and turned away.
"Oh, Madelon, won't you take it ?" Lot begged, piteously.
"I told you no--I do not care for it." Madelon put the case back in the desk drawer.