Chapter 40“I simply will not hear of it,” said Frank Abbott.
Miss Silver gazed at him across the last of the pink vests.
“My dear Frank!”
“My dear ma’am, it’s no use—I simply will not lend myself to any such thing. And you know very well that you ought not to ask me to take such a responsibility.”
The mildness of her aspect remained quite unchanged.
“Then perhaps you will tell me what you propose to do about it.”
The time was just after lunch, and they were in Ruth Ball’s comfortable morning-room. Two empty coffee-cups testified to the fact that her hospitality had not been lacking. Outside, a November murk had begun to gather between the hedgerows and along the course of the stream. It would be early dark to-night, and there would be no moon. But within all was cosy and bright. The
