He grimly waited for the end of it, studiously ignoring the box which Arthur held out, opened, to fascinate him with its charms.
When the reading was done, he wheeled round abruptly in his chair, in a manner which made the deputation stagger back a pace; and said-- "You mean it kindly, no doubt; but I don't want a present and can't take one.

It was foolish of you to think of such a thing.

Don't let it occur again.

I'm vexed with you, and shall have to speak to some of you privately about it.

Go to your rooms." "What's to become of the ring!" said Dig disconsolately, as he and Arthur sat and cooled themselves in their study.