Presently Harney found that his watch had stopped, and turned in at a small jeweller's shop which chanced to still be open.While the watch was being examined Charity leaned over the glass counter where, on a background of dark blue velvet, pins, rings, and brooches glittered like the moon and stars.She had never seen jewellry so near by, and she longed to lift the glass lid and plunge her hand among the shining treasures.But already Harney's watch was repaired, and he laid his hand on her arm and drew her from her dream.
"Which do you like best?" he asked leaning over the counter at her side.
"I don't know...." She pointed to a gold lily-of-the-valley with white flowers.
"Don't you think the blue pin's better?" he suggested, and immediately she saw that the lily of the valley was mere trumpery compared to the small round stone, blue as a mountain lake, with little sparks of light all round it.She coloured at her want of discrimination.
"It's so lovely I guess I was afraid to look at it," she said.
He laughed, and they went out of the shop; but a few steps away he exclaimed: "Oh, by Jove, I forgot something," and turned back and left her in the crowd.
She stood staring down a row of pink gramophone throats till he rejoined her and slipped his arm through hers.
"You mustn't be afraid of looking at the blue pin any longer, because it belongs to you," he said; and she felt a little box being pressed into her hand.Her heart gave a leap of joy, but it reached her lips only in a shy stammer.She remembered other girls whom she had heard planning to extract presents from their fellows, and was seized with a sudden dread lest Harney should have imagined that she had leaned over the pretty things in the glass case in the hope of having one given to her....
A little farther down the street they turned in at a glass doorway opening on a shining hall with a mahogany staircase, and brass cages in its corners."We must have something to eat," Harney said; and the next moment Charity found herself in a dressing-room all looking-glass and lustrous surfaces, where a party of showy-looking girls were dabbing on powder and straightening immense plumed hats.When they had gone she took courage to bathe her hot face in one of the marble basins, and to straighten her own hat-brim, which the parasols of the crowd had indented.The dresses in the shops had so impressed her that she scarcely dared look at her reflection; but when she did so, the glow of her face under her cherry-coloured hat, and the curve of her young shoulders through the transparent muslin, restored her courage; and when she had taken the blue brooch from its box and pinned it on her bosom she walked toward the restaurant with her head high, as if she had always strolled through tessellated halls beside young men in flannels.
Her spirit sank a little at the sight of the slim-waisted waitresses in black, with bewitching mob-caps on their haughty heads, who were moving disdainfully between the tables."Not f'r another hour," one of them dropped to Harney in passing; and he stood doubtfully glancing about him.
"Oh, well, we can't stay sweltering here," he decided;"let's try somewhere else--" and with a sense of relief Charity followed him from that scene of inhospitable splendour.
That "somewhere else" turned out--after more hot tramping, and several failures--to be, of all things, a little open-air place in a back street that called itself a French restaurant, and consisted in two or three rickety tables under a scarlet-runner, between a patch of zinnias and petunias and a big elm bending over from the next yard.Here they lunched on queerly flavoured things, while Harney, leaning back in a crippled rocking-chair, smoked cigarettes between the courses and poured into Charity's glass a pale yellow wine which he said was the very same one drank in just such jolly places in France.