"Oh, I like!"
"At seven then."
"At seven."
The door closed after him, and Ruth, looking wearier and paler than Elizabeth had ever seen her, opened the door that led from the reception room to the hallway, and came in.
"Take some seats," said Peggy, hospitably.
Ruth sank into a big wicker armchair without speaking.
"Lovely weather we're having for this time of year," Peggy continued, conversationally. "Ruth, dear, I love you."
"I'm glad of that," Ruth said.
"So do I!" said Elizabeth, timidly.
"I'm glad of that, too," said Ruth Farraday, with her charming, wistful smile. "Well, children, you don't need to go on with those dresses. You won't have occasion to wear them."