They talked, and then Tilly brought the tea-tray, set for two. Ursula had a special green and gold cup kept for herself at the Marsh. There was thin bread and butter, and cress for tea. It was all special and wonderful.

She ate very daintily, with little fastidious bites.

“Why do you have two wedding-rings, grandmother? — Must you?” asked the child, noticing her grandmother's ivory coloured hand with blue veins, above the tray.

“If I had two husbands, child.”

Ursula pondered a moment.

“Then you must wear both rings together?”

“Yes.”

“Which was my grandfather's ring?”