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His attitude was defensive; he expected to be called on for
explanations, to be required to soothe resentment; his mental
condition was more or less that of a schoolboy expecting a ragging.
Ruth did not begin at once, but walked over to the window, and,
leaning her elbow against the frame, pressed her forehead against the
cool glass. She wanted to clear and make direct and coherent her
thoughts. She wanted to express well, leaving no ground for
misunderstanding of herself or her motives, what she had to say. Then
she turned, and began abruptly; began in a way that left Dulac
helplessly surprised, for it was not the attack he expected.
"Mr. Foote asked me to marry him, last night," she said, and stopped.
"That is why he took me out to the lake. ... I hadn't any idea of it
before. I didn't know... He was honest and sincere. At first I was
astonished. I tried to stop him. I was going to tell him I loved you
and that we were going to be married." She stopped again, and went on
with an effort.


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