I dare say after they have thought a little longer over it, zey will agree with you that it is foolish to be so enthusiastic about this fellow Percivail,--and the whole project will dissolve into thin air." Her hand was on the latch.

She met Ruth's harassed, unhappy gaze with her indolent, almost insolent, smile.

Suddenly the American girl snatched up her jacket and the little fur collar she had thrown across a chair in the corner.
"If you don't mind, I will walk part of the way home with you," she said.
Olga opened the door and looked out.

"Thank you,--I am not afraid.

Pray do not think of it,--I cannot permit you to come.