That much she owed him in honour if in nothing else.
"No--yes ?" he echoed, and he had drawn himself erect again.

"What is't you mean, Ruth ?" "I mean that it was that, yet not quite only that." "Ah!" Disappointment vibrated faintly in his clamation.

"What else ?" "I would have you abandon Monmouth's following," she told him.
He stared a moment, moved away and round where he could confront her.
The flush had now faded from her face.

This he observed and the heave of her bosom in its low bodice.

He knit his brows, perplexed.