The lost and found ring

In the spring of 1959 my fiancé and I were travelling overnight by train with two friends to holiday in the south of France. In those days the couchette carriages had a toilet and washroom at the end of each coach where we all washed and dressed in the morning. It was not until we reached our destination that my fiancé realised he had lost his engagement ring. Two weeks later we were returning to London by train and were sitting opposite a young man who was wearing a sapphire “gentleman’s ring”. My fiancé asked him to cover his hand as he described the ring to him and asked if he had found it in the train washroom two weeks previously – he agreed he had and fortunately gave back the ring.