"My dear William, you will be talking treason next," he said, and then a customer came in and put an end to further conversation.
Ralph went back home, and without saying anything to his sister, began quietly to sort out his things.
"I may as well get ready first as last," he said to himself; "and the sooner I take my departure the better."
He was very silent when he came down to dinner, and his eyes had an absent look in them.
"What have you been doing all the morning?" Ruth asked at length.
"Sorting out my things, Ruth; that's all."
She started, and an anxious look came into her eyes.
"But why have you been sorting them out to-day?" she questioned.
"Because to-morrow will be Sunday," he said, with a smile, "and you are strongly opposed to Sunday labour."
"But still, I don't understand?" she interrogated uneasily.