Now, what I advise is this.
Come with me into this little inn; I will order tea for you--( I am sure you require it sadly)--and I will leave you there, and go home for the carriage.

I will return in an hour at the latest.

Then we are together, come what may; that is enough for me; is it not for you, Ruth?
Say, yes--say it ever so low, but give me the delight of hearing it.

Ruth, say yes." Low and soft, with much hesitation, came the "Yes;" the fatal word of which she so little imagined the infinite consequences.

The thought of being with him was all and everything.
"How you tremble, my darling! You are cold, love! Come into the house, and I'll order tea directly and be off." She rose, and, leaning on his arm, went into the house.