There was a gleam of tears in the eyes Ruth turned upon her.

Together they came to the granite seat and sank to it side by side, fronting the placid river.

There Ruth, her elbows on her knees, cradled her chin in her hands, and with a sigh of misery stared straight before her.
"It was untrue!" she said at last.

"What Richard said of me was untrue." "Why, yes," Diana snapped, contemptuous.

"The only truth is that Richard is afraid." Ruth shivered.