"Now!" she answered, lifting her mouth, which had grown red again, and timidly returning his kisses. "Now I am safe, and I fear nothing. Oh, mercy! Look!"
"What? Where?"
"The window! That face at the window!"
"It is your fancy, darling. I see nothing there."
"But I saw it. Surely I did. His keen, wicked face. It was close to the glass."
"There, there! It was only the ivy leaves glancing in the moonlight."
"No, no! I saw it. He is waiting for you."
"Let him wait. I shall not stir a step the sooner or later for that."
Ruth began to tremble again. Her eyes were constantly turning toward the window. She scarcely heard the words of endearment with which Hurst strove to reassure her. All at once the old clock filled the house with its brazen warning. It was ten o'clock. The girl sprang to her feet.
"It is time for my father to come. He must not find you here."