“You are too young and innocent, Ruth,” said Marie coldly. “Good-night. It is only the wakening from another dream.”
Volume Three—Chapter Five.
The Reward of Perseverance.
Paul Montaigne made Ruth shudder with a look, and told her aunts that they had only to wait, for Lord Henry would again propose.
He was right.
“If your aunts did not object, Marie, it is a delicious evening for a stroll round the Gardens,” said Lord Henry Moorpark, as they stood in the drawing-room looking at the black shadow cast by the full moon across the little court where the jets of water gurgled and plashed, and the few gold-fish sailed round and round, gaping and staring with their protuberant eyes like so many Elbrahams running their mill-horse round in the search for wealth.
“I don’t think I should object, sister, if Marie would like to go,” said the Honourable Philippa.
“I do not think I should mind, sister,” said the Honourable Isabella. “And besides, Joseph might walk behind them, as he does when we go for a walk.”