He walked up and down a little longer, and then stood still, talking softly—half aloud.
“Woman is our master, they say; but let her be led to compromise herself, however slightly, and she becomes the slave. Poor little Ruth, she is very innocent and sweet.”
Volume Two—Chapter Two.
Love Paints and Decorates.
The change at the Honourable Misses Dymcox’s home was something so startling that Ruth was almost bewildered. Even on the following morning at breakfast, after Joseph had brought in the urn, the alteration had begun.
The wine of the last night’s party might have been fancied to be still having its influence, the ladies were so much less austere.
“I’m very, very glad you enjoyed yourselves so much, my dears,” said the Honourable Philippa, smiling.
“You feel none the worse, my loves?” said the Honourable Isabella.