"No,"--running her hand into her pocket, "at least, not an engagement ring. You may get me any other kind you like, because I am fond of rings; but I shall have no betrothal ring but the first you gave me. Look,"--drawing out a little case, and opening it until he sees within the original diamonds--his first gift to her--lying gleaming in their rich new setting. "These are yours; I saved them from the fire that day you behaved so rudely to them, and have had them reset." "You rescued them?" he asks, amazed. "At the risk of burning my fingers: so you may guess how I valued them. Now they are purified, and you must never get into such a naughty temper again. Promise." "I promise faithfully." "Now I shall wear it again," says Molly, regarding her ring lovingly, "under happier--oh, how much happier--circumstances. Put it on, Teddy, and say after me, 'Darling Molly, pardon me for having compelled you to ask my hand in marriage!'" "I will not,"--laughing. "You must. You are my property now, and must do as I bid you. So you may as well begin at once. Say it, sir, directly!" He says it. "Now you know what a horrible hen-pecking there will be for you in the future. I shall rule you with a rod of iron." "And I shall hug my chains." "Think what a life I am condemning you to. Are you not frightened? And all because--I cannot do without you. Oh, Teddy," cries Molly Bawn, suddenly, and without a word of warning, bursting into a passion of tears, and flinging herself into his willing arms, "are you not glad--_glad_--that we belong to each other again?" "Time will show you how glad," replies he, softly. "I know now I could not have lived without you, my sweet,--my _darling_!" THE END.