But now she addressed Ruth.

"Make haste.

Don't keep me an hour." And her voice became cold and authoritative.
She was very pretty, with long dark ringlets and sparkling black eyes.

These had struck Ruth in the hasty glance she had taken, before she knelt down to her task.

She also saw that the gentleman was young and elegant.
"Oh, that lovely galop! How I long to dance to it! Will it never be done?
What a frightful time you are taking; and I'm dying to return in time for this galop!" By way of showing a pretty, childlike impatience, she began to beat time with her feet to the spirited air the band was playing.