I was simply aching to ask a few questions, but I didn't allow myself even one.
"Oh, it's very nice," I replied; "we've been in it two weeks now."
"How did the lavender room turn out?" asked Ruth, travelling away as fast as possible from the subject of her engagement.
"Your room, Ruth, you mean," I replied patiently. "Very well, I think."
"Is it finished yet? I mean could any one sleep in it—to-night?"
"Will you come home with me, Ruth?" I asked eagerly.
"I thought I might—possibly, if you'd like to have me, and if you have an empty bed. At least," she added, "I'm not going back to The Homestead."
"Oh, you're not!" I replied, vaguely wondering if it were the tailor who was keeping her or the manicurist. "Well, I can lend you a nightgown and you can buy a tooth-brush."
"Oh, my trunk is at the station," said Ruth. "I was determined to go somewhere. You see things are not very pleasant for me just now in Hilton. Besides, Edith and I have quarrelled."