““And now,” said Wyatt when the headwaiter and the other waiters had gone, “what do you think we were doing in Worthington’s?” “It was Sara’s guess that you were buying a ring,” said Andrew. “As usual,” said Wyatt, “Sara was right.” “May we see it?” said Sara. Verna hesitated a moment, then took a box from her purse and opened it, showing them a gold ring set with a small but exquisitely cut diamond. “It’s beautiful!” said Sara. “But why aren’t you wearing it?” “I don’t know,” said Verna. “I suppose because I feel a little awkward about it. After all, I’m not exactly a young and blushing bride-to-be.” “Because you have a son?” said Wyatt. “That has nothing to do with it. As for the rest, knowing your talent, I’m sure you could blush if you thought it was necessary. So, as a favor to Sara as well as me, won’t you wear it?” “Since you ask me so nicely, yes,” said Verna and, taking off her glove, put the ring on. “It really is lovely, darling,” she said, holding it up. “Thank you.” “No,” said Wyatt. “Thank you .” And leaning over, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. “All of which calls for a small celebration, which, with my usual foresight, I have of course provided for.” He signaled to the headwaiter, who brought over a silver ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it, which he twirled dexterously to chill before opening. “On an occasion like this,” Wyatt went on, “I think the young people should be permitted to join us, don’t you, my dear?” “I certainly do,” said Verna, smiling at the two of them.””
