found it open to the warm summer air. Mr. Ruck happened to glance in, and he immediately recognised his wife and daughter. He slowly stopped, looking at them; I wondered what he would do. The salesman was holding up a bracelet before them, on its velvet cushion, and flashing it about in an irresistible manner.
Mr. Ruck said nothing, but he presently went in, and I did the same.
"It will be an opportunity," I remarked, as cheerfully as possible, "for me to bid good-bye to the ladies."
They turned round when Mr. Ruck came in, and looked at him without confusion. "Well, you had better go home to breakfast," remarked his wife. Miss Sophy made no remark, but she took the bracelet from the attendant and gazed at it very fixedly. Mr. Ruck seated himself on an empty stool and looked round the shop.
"Well, you have been here before," said his wife; "you were here the first day we came."
Miss Ruck extended the precious object in her hands towards me. "Don't you think that sweet?" she inquired.
