One can do more than seem to make them.

Will you, if you please, take back your ring ?" Feversham picked up the ring and held it in the palm of his hand, standing very still.

He had never cared for her so much, he had never recognised her value so thoroughly, as at this moment when he lost her.
She gleamed in the quiet room, wonderful, most wonderful, from the bright flowers in her hair to the white slipper on her foot.

It was incredible to him that he should ever have won her.

Yet he had, and disloyally had lost her.