Don't speak to your mother about it, pray, sir.

Mrs Mason thinks so much of Mrs Bellingham's custom." "Well, I won't this time"-- recollecting that there might be some awkwardness in accounting to his mother for the means by which he had obtained his very correct information as to what passed in Mrs Mason's workroom--"but if ever she does so again, I'll not answer for myself." "I will take care and not tell again, sir," said Ruth, in a low voice.
"Nay, Ruth, you are not going to have secrets from me, are you?
Don't you remember your promise to consider me as a brother?
Go on telling me everything that happens to you, pray; you cannot think how much interest I take in all your interests.

I can quite fancy that charming home at Milham you told me about last Sunday.

I can almost fancy Mrs Mason's workroom; and that, surely, is a proof either of the strength of my imagination, or of your powers of description." Ruth smiled.

"It is, indeed, sir.