“I am sure I could make nothing of it.—But,” she added, as if struck by a sudden thought, “as Lady Emily seems interested in it—suppose we send for Mr. Sutherland. I have no doubt he will be able to decipher it.” She rose as if she would go for him herself; but, apparently on second thoughts, went to the bell and rang it. “Oh! do not trouble yourself,” interposed Lady Emily, in a tone that showed she would like it notwithstanding. “No trouble at all,” answered Euphra and her uncle in a breath. “Jacob,” said Mr. Arnold, “take my compliments to Mr. Sutherland, and ask him to step this way.” The man went, and Hugh came. “There’s a puzzle for you, Mr. Sutherland,” said Mr. Arnold, as he entered. “Decipher that inscription, and gain the favour of Lady Emily for ever.” As he spoke he put the ring in Hugh’s hand. Hugh recognized it at once. “Ah! this is Lady Euphrasia’s wonderful ring,” said he. Euphra cast on him one of her sudden glances. “What do you know about it?” said Mr. Arnold, hastily. Euphra flashed at him once more, covertly. “I only know that this is the ring in her portrait. Any one may see that it is a very wonderful ring indeed, by only looking at it,” answered Hugh, smiling. “I hope it is not too wonderful for you to get at the mystery of it, though, Mr. Sutherland?” said Lady Emily. “Lady Emily is dying to understand the inscription,” said Euphrasia. By this time Hugh was turning it round and round, trying to get a beginning to the legend. But in this he met with a difficulty. The fact was, that the initial letter of the inscription could only be found by looking into the crystal held close to the eye. The words seemed not altogether unknown to him, though the characters were a little strange, and the words themselves were undivided. The dinner bell rang. “Dear me! how the time goes in your room, Lady Emily!” said Mr. Arnold, who was never known to keep dinner waiting a moment. “Will you venture to go down with us to-day?” “I fear I must not to-day. To-morrow, I hope. But do put up these beauties before you go. I dare not touch them without you, and it is so much more pleasure seeing them, when I have you to tell me about them.” “Well, throw them in,” said Mr. Arnold, pretending an indifference he did not feel. “The reality of dinner must not be postponed to the fancy of jewels.” All this time Hugh had stood poring over the ring at the window, whither he had taken it for better light, as the shadows were falling. Euphra busied herself replacing everything in the box. When all were in, she hastily shut the lid.