"Nay, I must know much more, which she alone can tell us, before I can see how it is to be managed. It is certainly the best plan."
"Perhaps it is," said her brother, thoughtfully, but no longer clearly or decidedly; and so the conversation dropped.
Ruth moved the bed-curtain aside, in her soft manner, when Miss Benson re-entered the room; she did not speak, but she looked at her as if she wished her to come near. Miss Benson went and stood by her. Ruth took her hand in hers and kissed it; then, as if fatigued even by this slight movement, she fell asleep.
Miss Benson took up her work, and thought over her brother's speeches. She was not convinced, but she was softened and bewildered.
CHAPTER XII
Losing Sight of the Welsh Mountains
Miss Benson continued in an undecided state of mind for the two next days; but on the third, as they sat at breakfast, she began to speak to her brother.
"That young creature's name is Ruth Hilton."
"Indeed! how did you find it out?"