"Threatens you! When? How?"
"Oh, Walton! he has seen us together. He will bring you into trouble."
"Not easily."
"Your father?"
"Is not a man to listen to the gossip of his servants."
Ruth drew a deep breath. Walton had concealed his real anxiety so well, that her own fears were calmed.
"Come, come," he said; "we must not let this hind embitter the few minutes I can spend with you. Look up, love, and tell me that you are better."
"Oh! I am; but he frightened me so."
"And now?"
Hurst folded the fair girl in his arms, and smoothed her bright hair with a caressing hand.