"I wonder who it can be?" Ruth said, starting to her feet. "I'm glad you are at home, or I should feel quite nervous."
"Do you think burglars would knock at the front door and ask if they might come in?" he questioned, with a laugh.
Ruth did not reply, but went at once to the door and opened it, much wondering who their visitor could be, for it was very rarely anyone called at so late an hour.
It had grown quite dark outside, so that she could only see the outline of two tall figures standing in the garden path.
She was quickly reassured by a familiar voice saying—
"Is your brother at home, Miss Penlogan?"
And then for some reason the hot blood rushed in a torrent to her neck and face.