might have been treading the upper spaces of Elysium, except that no girl's feet were ever planted more firmly or more shrewdly upon the pavement of High Street, Crowdham Market.
Four doors from the Unicorn Inn was the most fashionable jeweller's shop in the town, perhaps for the reason that there was no other; and as they came level with the window a spark flashed from its depths and met an instant answer in the eye of June. Nearly an hour behind the schedule they were now, yet they lingered one moment more, while June drew William's attention to a coincidence. The vital spark it seemed, owed its being to a gem set in a ring which was almost a replica of the one worn by Miss Babraham in honor of its giver, who of course was a gentleman in the Blues.
"It's as like Miss Babraham's engagement ring as one pea is like another pea," said June in a soft voice.
In the course of their friendship, William had been guilty of many silences of a disgraceful impersonality; and he was now guilty of one more. He glanced at the ring with a wistful eye, sighed a little, and then with slow reluctance moved on. June accompanied him to the very threshold of the Unicorn Inn. And upon its doorstep of all places, within hearing of the Office, wherein lurked Miss Ferris, the landlady's daughter, he faced about, and then by way of an after-*thought, his head apparently still full of Duclaux, began to stammer.
"Miss June if I go back and get that ring will you—will you promise—to—to?"
Miss Ferris was in the Office; the top of her coiffure was to be seen above the frosted glass. And the Office
