Back they went to the jeweller's four doors up. To the expert eye of William, the ring on inspection was so little like Miss Babraham's that he seemed to have a qualm about buying it. He had a fancy for moonstones and diamonds, but Crowdham Market's only jeweller did not run to these. June was firm, besides, that the ring in her hand was cheap at nine guineas, and as no one could call it vulgar, it was quite good enough.
William was sure it was nothing like good enough. "But when we get to London, you shall have moonstones and diamonds."
"That'll be lovely," said June; and a deep thrill ran in her heart as she realized that her dreams were coming true.
William took a wad of Bradburys from his breast pocket. He was now a man of property, with a rent roll of twelve hundred a year, but even a most careful counting would not let them muster more than seven. June, however, as became the lawful owner of an Old Master, whom to acquire for the nation a committee had been lately formed, was equal to the occasion. For she promptly took a wad from the vanity bag which now graced her travels instead of her mother's old purse, and made up the sum.
In the meantime, the jeweller, a man of ripe experience, had put two and two together.
