Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman
occasionally critical relations that I can afford to treat it lightly; Spenworth was good enough to propose three cheers for me when he heard of my childishly simple little stratagem for letting the young people meet unlistened to, unspied on…
“And now had not the rest of us better go to bed?,” I suggested to Ruth. “If all is as we hope, you and Brackenbury would sooner not be embarrassed by our presence.”
Poor Ruth is consistent in one thing: she never shews any instinct for arranging or managing. It is perhaps not to be expected that she should take to it by the light of nature, but one would have thought that the first ambition of any woman who had been transported from one milieu to another would have been to learn… She is in a position of authority…
When they had all separated to their rooms, I once more set out… Will, I think, had guessed; and I have never seen any one more delighted.
“I knew the fellow would turn up,” he said, “but I couldn’t make poor little Phyl see it. I suppose she thought he must have killed himself on the road. Just as well he didn’t, because I believe she’s quite fond of him. I should think they’d get on quite well to-
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