He had a jeweler's case in his hand. Awkwardly, even nervously, he
fastened a cross round her neck, and put a bracelet on her arm. Both
were simple enough, but, little as she knew about such things, Christian
could see they were made of very magnificent diamonds,

"Do you like them? They are for you."

"You have not bought them on purpose?"

"Oh no, that extravagance was quite beyond me; but I had them re-set.
They belonged to my mother, and have never been worn till now. Will
my wife wear them?"

Christian drooped her head. Great tears were gathering under her
eyelids.

"I am so foolish--so very foolish; and you are so good to me--so
unfailingly, unceasingly good. I try to be good too; I do indeed. Don't
be angry with me."

"Angry! My darling!"

People may write sentiment by the page, or talk it by the hour, but there
is something in real love which will neither be discussed nor described.
Let us draw over it the holy veil of silence: these things ought to belong
to two alone.

Dr. Grey's wife knew how he loved her. And when he quitted her to
order the carriage which was to take them to the grand dinner party, she