“Well, Laura Hawkins comes very near it.  But it is dreadful to think of her fate.”

“Why, do you suppose they will hang a woman?  Do you suppose they will be so barbarous as that?”

“I wasn’t thinking of that—­it’s doubtful if a New York jury would find a woman guilty of any such crime.  But to think of her life if she is acquitted.”

“It is dreadful,” said Ruth, thoughtfully, “but the worst of it is that you men do not want women educated to do anything, to be able to earn an honest living by their own exertions.  They are educated as if they were always to be petted and supported, and there was never to be any such thing as misfortune.  I suppose, now, that you would all choose to have me stay idly at home, and give up my profession.”

“Oh, no,” said Philip, earnestly, “I respect your resolution.  But, Ruth, do you think you would be happier or do more good in following your profession than in having a home of your own?”

“What is to hinder having a home of my, own?”

“Nothing, perhaps, only you never would be in it—­you would be away day and night, if you had any practice; and what sort of a home would that make for your husband?”

“What sort of a home is it for the wife whose husband is always away riding about in his doctor’s gig?”

“Ah, you know that is not fair.  The woman makes the home.”

Philip and Ruth often had this sort of discussion, to which Philip was always trying to give a personal turn.  He was now about to go to Ilium for the season, and he did not like to go without some assurance from Ruth that she might perhaps love him some day; when he was worthy of it, and when he could offer her something better than a partnership in his poverty.

“I should work with a great deal better heart, Ruth,” he said the morning he was taking leave, “if I knew you cared for me a little.”

Ruth was looking down; the color came faintly to her cheeks, and she hesitated.  She needn’t be looking down, he thought, for she was ever so much shorter than tall Philip.

“It’s not much of a place, Ilium,” Philip went on, as if a little geographical remark would fit in here as well as anything else, “and I shall have plenty of time to think over the responsibility I have taken, and—­” his observation did not seem to be coming out any where.

But Ruth looked up, and there was a light in her eyes that quickened Phil’s pulse.  She took his hand, and said with serious sweetness: 

“Thee mustn’t lose heart, Philip.”  And then she added, in another mood, “Thee knows I graduate in the summer and shall have my diploma.  And if any thing happens—­mines explode sometimes—­thee can send for me.  Farewell.”