It is what occupies the rustic seat in common with John Craig that takes his whole attention.
How shall he say it.

What words can he frame into an animated expression of his feelings?
It was all mapped out before, but the words have utterly slipped his memory, as is always the case in such events.
He turns to Lady Ruth.

Her hand is in her lap.

He boldly reaches out and takes it.

There is only a feeble resistance.