London in December, and stay for a while with various people—then we can look about."
"All right; as you like." He obviously considered her hesitation ridiculous, but was too full of satisfaction at her having started divorce proceedings to be chilled by her reply.
"And now, look here, my dear; couldn't I give you some sort of a ring?"
"A ring?" She flushed at the suggestion. "What's the use, Streff, dear? With all those jewels locked away in London—"
"Oh, I daresay you'll think them old-fashioned. And, hang it, why shouldn't I give you something new, I ran across Ellie and Bockheimer yesterday, in the rue de la Paix, picking out sapphires. Do you like sapphires, or emeralds? Or just a diamond? I've seen a thumping one. . . . I'd like you to have it."
Ellie and Bockheimer! How she hated the conjunction of the names! Their case always seemed to her like a caricature of her own, and she felt an unreasoning resentment against Ellie for having selected the same season for her unmating and re-mating.
"I wish you wouldn't speak of them, Streff . . . as if they were like us! I can hardly bear to sit in the same room with Ellie Vanderlyn."
"Hullo? What's wrong? You mean because of her giving up Clarissa?"
"Not that only. . . . You don't know. . . . I can't tell you. . . ." She shivered at the memory,
