"I'd much rather you didn't ask about it."
"Well, at any rate, who is he?"
George did not in the least suppose that there was any "he" in the case, and was rather surprised that Ruth blushed.
"There," said Ruth, "I told you not to ask. Now I suppose you won't do it."
"Reverting to the original question, who is he?"
"Well, you've always said that all men are equal, haven't you?"
"In one sense, yes. All men are not equally desirable as companions for my niece."
"He is the man who came to tune the piano last week. You always said class distinctions were all rot. We are going to see some pictures together, and then he's going to give me tea—at least, he was. But now I suppose you won't let us, though he's quite nice really. But at any rate you'll have to promise not to sneak about it to Aunt Jane."
"Promise for promise. Will you promise not to marry a piano-tuner?"
Ruth burst out laughing. "Rather," she said. "Absolutely."