“Oh, no! It is a great treasure of mine that I wish Lady Pole to wear at my ball tonight!” He opened the box and shewed Stephen a small, white finger. At first this struck Stephen as a little unusual, but his surprize faded in a moment and if any one had questioned him about it just then, he would have replied that gentlemen often carried fingers about with them in little boxes and that this was just one of many examples he had seen. “Has it been in your family long, sir?” he asked, politely. “No, not long.”
