"I've only a few minutes left," said the lover, with a lover's license.
"Well, I'm ready to speak. Of course, Godfrey, I know my heart."
The young man smiled ruefully. "I've known mine till I'm dead tired of the acquaintance."
Other words passed, her eyes on the ground as they loitered, and after a pause she murmured:—"But I've known my heart as long as you've known yours."
"You've known—What do you—Oh, Ruth, look at me!"
She looked, very tenderly, although she said, "You forget we are observed."
"Oh, observed! Do you mean hope—for me—after all?"
"I mean that if you will only wait until we can get a clear light on this matter of Isabel's—which will most likely be by the next time you come"—
"Oh, Ruth, Ruth, my own Ruth at last!"
"Please don't speak so. I'm not engaging myself to you now."