“Yes, it will.”
“How?”
“By its enabling us to turn our backs on the hard way and seek a softer.”
“You forget that strait-jacket to all inclination,—circumstance.”
“And are you not forgetting that friendly hands may help to remove the strait-jacket?”
Her lovely face looked very winning, filled with its kindly meaning.
“Thank you,” said he, raising his hat and forgetting to replace it as he spoke; “that is a gentle truth; some day we shall discuss this further. For the present, use your power in getting Bob upon his feet.”
“Yes.” She gave a hurried glance at the door behind her, and ran quickly down to the lowest step. “Dr. Kemp,” said she, a little breathlessly, “I have wished for some time to ask you to let me know when you have any cases that require assistance outside of a physician’s,—such as my father or I might lend. You must have a broad field for such opportunities. Will you think of me then, please?”
“I will,” he replied, looking with amused pleasure at her flushed face. “Going in for philanthropy, Miss Levice?”
“No; going out for it, thank you;” and she put her hand into his outstretched one. She watched him step into his carriage; he turned and raised his hat again,—a trifling circumstance that Ruth dwelt upon with pleasure; a second glance always presupposes an interested first.