The table in front of Christopher was soon piled high with jewels.
“Which of all these do you like the best?” he asked Kayla.
“They are all far too lovely for me to decide,” she answered.
“I think that I should give you something to match your eyes,” he proposed, “but I am not quite certain what colour they are.”
“They should have been blue like Papa’s,” Kayla told him. “But because Mama was a Scot they have a touch of green in them.”
“That makes things easy!” He then picked up a ring containing a large emerald surrounded by small diamonds.
“Put out your left hand,” he said to Kayla.
She did as she was told and then he slipped it on her engagement finger.
“It’s lovely!” she cried. “But far too grand.”
“On the contrary, Kayla, I think it’s most suitable as an engagement ring which
