She had always looked upon herself as so inferior to her brother in real goodness; had seen such heights above her, that she was distressed by Ruth's humility.

After a short time she resumed the subject.
"Then I may get you a black gown ?--and we may call you Mrs Hilton ?" "No; not Mrs Hilton!" said Ruth, hastily.
Miss Benson, who had hitherto kept her eyes averted from Ruth's face from a motive of kindly delicacy, now looked at her with surprise.
"Why not ?" asked she.
"It was my mother's name," said Ruth, in a low voice.

"I had better not be called by it." "Then, let us call you by my mother's name," said Miss Benson, tenderly.

"She would have-- But I'll talk to you about my mother some other time.

Let me call you Mrs Denbigh.