“Do you think he would think it was indelicate if—if my neck were bare then?”
“Who, Miss Ainslie?”
“Carl. Would he think it was wrong if I wore that afterward, and my neck and shoulders showed? Do you think he would?”
“No!” cried Ruth, “I know he wouldn't! Oh, Miss Ainslie, you break my heart!”
“Ruth,” said Miss Ainslie, gently; “Ruth, dear, don't cry! I won't talk about it any more, deary, I promise you, but I wanted to know so much!”
Ruth kissed her and went away, unable to bear more just then. She brought her chair into the hall, to be near her if she were needed. Miss Ainslie sighed, and then began to croon a lullaby.
XVII. Dawn
As Miss Ainslie became weaker, she clung to Carl, and was never satisfied when he was out of her sight. When she was settled in bed for the night, he went in to sit by her and hold her hand until she dropped asleep. If she woke during the night she would call Ruth and ask where he was.
“He'll come over in the morning, Miss Ainslie,” Ruth always said; “you know it's night now.”