“Marie asked to leave that evening at half-past six. I never saw her looking prettier. She called me into the office before she went. She wanted advice. She had in one hand a beautiful opal brooch set in diamonds – it was what he had given her that morning – and in her other hand the one of onyx.
“‘Shall I wear them both?’ asked she, ‘or only the one?’ She was half laughing, half crying, already.
“I thought for a bit. ‘I should wear the onyx to-night,’ I said, ‘by itself.’”