"Buddy's in there," she said, weakly, to Ruth's inquiry.
"Come and show me," Ruth said.
"Right this way," Elizabeth said, superfluously. "Buddy, here's Ruth."
"All right," said Buddy, unfolding his long legs from the rocking chair, and advancing so slowly that Elizabeth knew he was trembling with weakness, "you may go now, Elizabeth."
"Please," said Ruth Farraday in her low voice, "let her stay."
"All right," said Buddy, "you may stay, Elizabeth."
"I'd rather go," said Elizabeth, miserably. But neither of the two paid any more attention to her.
Ruth put out her hand, and then when Buddy would have taken it, withdrew it.
"I am going to be married," she said, "next week. Did Elizabeth tell you?"
"Yes," said Buddy. "It's me you should be marrying. You know that, don't you?"