"Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a
convent. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of
marrying the abominable little wretch. Satisfied, however, that she did not notice him, Jonathan glided away as
noiselessly as he came, and ascended another short flight of stairs leading to the
garret. It
was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly
normal digestion. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark. Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons
you told me about—limewash the underside of life. . Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer
before that little marble table was gone. And I guessed you would
attack if I startled you. Youth! You denied me even that," said Ruth, her glance now flashing to her
father. ‘I did not send you a card because in the normal way of things you rarely
attend such affairs.
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