"He ain't got nothing against you, Alf ain't?" Ernie continued.
His face was wrung, his voice thick and unnatural.
Ruth rose slowly; slowly she came to him, and put both hands on his shoulders.
She lifted her face, and it was blind and quivering.
"O, Ernie!" she cried. "It was him drove me that day."
Ernie smiled, in his relief his hands clasping her elbows, his eyes dwelling on her twittering lids.
"I knaw'd that then," he answered broadly.
She opened her eyes on him swiftly, and stared aghast.
"Did you?" she panted. "How?"
"I saw ye."