Ruth's voice somehow seemed to be knocking and tumbling her new dream-world.
"What time did Sam Wright leave here ?" asked Ruth.
She was standing in her window now.

Susan saw that her face looked tired and worn, almost homely.
"At ten," she replied.

"Uncle George knocked on the banister." "Are you sure it was ten ?" said Ruth sharply.
"I guess so.

Yes--it was ten.

Why ?" "Oh--nothing." "Was he at Sinclairs' ?" "He came as it was over.