Flavia looked prettier than ever as she put the bit of rolled
paper between her red lips and puffed away with an energy
altogether unnecessary. He would not have believed that, being
already so brilliant and good to see, a piece of unexpected good
news could have lent her expression so much more brightness. She
was positively radiant, as she looked from his eyes at her little
cigarette, and then, looking back to him again, laughed and
snapped her small gloved fingers.
"Do you know," she said presently, with a glance that completed
the conquest of San Giacinto's heart, "I thought I should be
dreadfully shy with you--at first--and I am not in the least! I
confess, at the very moment when you were putting the ring on my
finger I was wondering what we should talk about during the
drive."
"You did not think we should have such an agreeable subject of
conversation, did you?"
"No--and it is such a pretty ring! I always wanted a band of
diamonds--plain gold is so common. Did you think of it yourself or
did some one else suggest the idea?"
"Castellani said it was old-fashioned," answered San Giacinto,
"but I preferred it."
"Would you have liked one, too?"
"No. It would be ridiculous for a man."
"You have very good taste," remarked Flavia, eyeing him
critically.
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