She took it. She tested its weight in her hands: it was very light, and felt flexible. She looked up at him, and to her immense dismay, she felt tears brewing in the corners of her eyes. It was all so much: the magic of the moment; the intensity in his eyes; the depth of emotion in her heart; the gravity of him, leaning close to her, pulling her in; Ginny’s words suddenly fresh in her mind, the courtship, her certainty that there would be a gift involved, signalling his general intentions. And here one was, in her hands.