You've got to poke your
finger in till you see which fits. Lord, I'm glad you don't get married
more than once in a lifetime."
"Don't you like it, Louis?" she asked, as she fitted her finger into the
little holes and found that she took the smallest size ring. "I do. I
think it's frightfully exciting."
"I know you do. Women love getting married. They're cock of the walk on
their wedding days, if they never are again. On her wedding day a woman
is triumphant! She's making a public exhibition of the fact that she has
achieved the aim of her life--she's landed a man!"
"Louis!" she cried indignantly, and next minute decided to think that he
was joking as they reached the jeweller's shop again. She had been
looking at the jewellery in the window: it was her first peep at a
jeweller's shop, and she thought how expensive everything was. She
noticed the price of wedding rings. When Louis came out with the ring in
a little box which he put into his pocket, he told her casually that it
cost something three times more than the prices in the window.
As they walked up the street he told her that he was tired to death,
that he had not been to bed since the _Oriana_ left Melbourne.
"I thought you stayed at an hotel that night," she said.
"No, as a matter of fact, my pet, we got run in, all of us.
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