Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those
human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without
arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly
humourless. In fine, to marry
Ruth (if she would consent) as a punishment for what he had done! To whip his
soul so long as he lived, but to let his body go free! To provide for her, to work
and dream for her, to be tender and thoughtful and loyal, to shelter and guard
her, to become accountable to God for her future. “Experte credo. “Was it really only this afternoon that I met you in
St. Are
you all here?”
“Five boxes full,” she answered. "
"You are the most wonderful human being I ever saw!" And he meant it. "But I'm a
blackguard, too, Ruth. "I should like to meet the man who
would dare to gainsay it. I sha'n't utter a word.
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