Ruth couldn't be anything but kind to you and she never misunderstands, and she is so helpful.

Here she is.

Ruth, dear, we were just waiting for you.

Corinne is nervous and depressed, and imagines all sorts of things, one of which is that we don't care for her: and I've just told her that we do ?" Ruth looked into Jack's eyes as if to get his meaning--she must always get her cue from him now--she was entirely unconscious of the cause of it all, or why Corinne should feel so, but if Jack thought Corinne was suffering and that she wanted comforting, all she had was at Corinne's and Jack's disposal.

With a quick movement she leaned forward and laid her hand on Corinne's shoulder.
"Why, you dear Corinne,--Jack and I are not like that.