Lady Ruth's eyes were fixed upon the floor. She was thinking, and thinking rapidly, but there were no signs of it in her pale drawn face. At last she looked up. You doubtless have some imperfect recollection of what I was. I venture to think that you will agree with me.
Recognition is barely possible.
Again there was silence. Lady Ruth seemed to have no words, but there was the look of a frightened child upon her face. Aynesworth heard it, and, at that moment, he hated his employer. Wingrave paused for a moment politely, and then continued. She raised her head.