The monosyllable seemed to knock at Ernie's heart.
He hesitated a moment.
"I'm sorry you're leaving the Third Floor, Ruth," he said. "For me own sake like."
"Thank you," answered Ruth.
He noticed she was strangely curt.
A week later Madame sent for the girl.
"Ruth, are you still in any hurry to change your Floor?" she asked.
The girl looked down, colouring faintly.
"Think it over, vill you?" said Madame. "There is no hurry."
"Thank you, Ma'am," said Ruth, quivering.