"So fine of you," murmured Lady Caroline; "such a noble example! You can't think how I've admired it in you from the first!" Yet she looked to see whether his remarks had been overheard. They had not; even Olivia had turned away before they were made, and her mother now followed her example. She was rewarded by seeing the Duke at the girl's side again when next she looked round. They were standing against the balustrade, a little apart from the rest. They had set their cups upon the broad stone rim. Jack began to stir his tea with the impotent emphasis of one possessed by the inexpressible. But Olivia gave him no assistance; she seemed more interested in the noisy dancers on the sward below the terrace. "I hope you've had a good time, on the whole," he began, ineptly enough, at last. "All this is in your honour, you know!" "Surely not all," replied the girl, laughing. "Still I don't know when I had such a delightful birthday, and I want to thank you for everything with all my heart." "Everything!" laughed Jack nervously. "I've done nothing at all; why, I didn't even give you a present. That was through a stupid mistake of mine, which we needn't go into, because now's the time to rectify it. I've been waiting for a chance all the evening. The thing only came a few minutes before dinner. But better late than never, they say, and so I hope you'll still accept this trifle from me, Miss Sellwood, with every possible good wish for all the years to come. May they be long and--and very happy!" His voice vibrated with the commonplace words. As he ceased speaking he took from his waistcoat pocket something that was certainly trifling in size, and he set it on the balustrade between the two tea-cups. It was a tiny leathern case, and Olivia held her breath. Next moment an exquisite ring, diamonds and emeralds, scintillated in the light of the nearest fairy lamp. "This is never for me?" she cried, aghast. "That it is--if you will take it." She was deeply moved: how could she take a ring from him? And yet how could she refuse, or how explain! Each alternative was harder than the last. "It is far too good for me," she murmured, "for a mere birthday present! You are too generous. I can't dream of letting you give me anything half so good!" "What nonsense! It is not half good enough; it's only the best I could get from Devenholme. I sent in the dogcart for the crack jeweller of the place; it brought him back with a bagful of things, and this was the best of a bad lot. I wish I'd kept the fellow! You might have chosen something else." She saw her loophole and made no reply. "Would you prefer something else?" he asked eagerly. "Well, if you insist on giving me a present, it must be something not half so good." "That's my affair." "And perhaps not a ring." "That's another matter, and on one condition I'm on: you must let me drive you in to-morrow to choose for yourself."