“Indeed I do, Miss Ainslie—I love you with all my heart.”
She smiled happily and her eyes filled. “Ruth,” she called softly, “he says he loves me!”
“Of course he does,” said Ruth; “nobody in the wide world could help loving you.”
She put out her left hand to touch Ruth, and the amethyst ring slipped off, for her fingers were thin. She did not seem to notice when Ruth slipped it on again, and, shortly afterward, fell asleep.
That night Winfield stayed very late. “I don't want to leave you, dear,” he said to Ruth. “I'm afraid something is going to happen.”
“I'm not afraid—I think you'd better go.”
“Will you put a light in your window if you want me, darling?” “Yes, I will.”
“I can see it from my room, and I'll be watching for it. If you want me, I'll come.”
He awoke from an uneasy sleep with the feeling that Ruth needed him, and was not surprised to see the light from her candle streaming out into the darkness. He dressed hurriedly, glancing at his watch by the light of a match. It was just three o'clock.
Ruth was waiting for him at the lower door. “Is she—is she—”