“Thank you, you are very kind.”
Graeme was trembling greatly and sat down, but rose again immediately.
“You are very kind,” repeated she, scarcely knowing what she said.
“Graeme,” said Mr Ruthven, “you must let me help you in this matter. Tell me what you wish. Must Harry stay or go?”
Graeme sank down with a cry, wringing her hands.
“Oh! Harry! Harry!”
Mr Ruthven made one step toward her.
“Miss Elliott, I dare not say to you that you think too severely of Harry’s fault. But he is young, and I do not really fear for him. And you have more cause to be hopeful than I. Think of your father, and your father’s God. Graeme, be sure Harry will come back to you again.”
Graeme sat still with her head bowed down.
“Graeme—Miss Elliott. Tell me what you would have me do?”