"Say it, in any case," said Ruth, who had been uncommonly calm.
"Then I am afraid she is making up to him, if you must know."
"Which is absurd," said Ruth lightly; but in her anxiety to remain cool she forgot to seem surprised; and that was a mistake.
"I wonder if you really think so?" said her husband very quietly. "If you do I can't agree with you; I wish I could."
"You must!" cried Ruth desperately. "Do you know how many dances she gave him to-night?"
Erskine knew only of one; his eyes rested on the remains of her programme lying on the floor in many fragments.
"Well, that one was the lot!" he was informed severely. "And pray did you count how many times she spoke to him the other evening when we dined at the hall?"
"Not often, I grant you; I noticed that."
"Yet you think she is making up to him!"