rongly underlined:

_"True self-knowledge is knowledge of God."_

Jemshid was a wise man, Ruth thought, if he had found out that; and then
she read, in Charles's clear handwriting in the margin:

_"With this compare 'Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it
will ever bubble up if thou wilt ever dig.'--Marcus Aurelius."_

At this moment Charles came into the library, and looked up to where she
was sitting, half hidden from below by the thickness of the wall.

"What, studying?" he called, gayly. "I saw you sitting in the window as
I rode up. I might have known that if you were lost sight of for half
an hour you would be found improving yourself in some exasperating way."
And he ran up the little stairs and came round the balcony towards her.
"My own special books, I see--Eve, as usual, surreptitiously craving for
a knowledge of good and evil. What have you got hold of?"

The remainder of the window-seat was full of books; so, to obtain a
better view of what she was reading, he knelt down by her, and looked at
the open book on her knee.

Ruth did not attempt to close it. She felt guilty, she hardly knew of
what. After a moment's pause she said:

"I plead guilty. I was curious. I saw these were your own particular
shelves; but I never can resist looking at the books people read."

"Will you be pleased to remember in future that, in contemplating my
character, Miss Deyncourt--a subject not unworthy of your attention--you
are on private property. You are requested to keep on the gravel paths,
and to look at the grounds I am disposed to show you. If, as is very
possible, admiration seizes you, you are at liberty to express it. But
there must be no going round to the back premises, no prying into
corners, no trespassing where I have written up, 'No road.'"

Ruth smiled, and there was a gleam in her eyes which Charles well knew
heralded a retort, when suddenly through the half-open door a silken
rustle came, and Lady Hope-Acton slowly entered the room, as if about to
pass through it on her way to the hall.

Now, kneeling is by no means an attitude to be despised. In church, or
in the moment of presentation to majesty, it is appropriate, even
essential; but it is dependent, like most things, upon circumstances and
environment. No attitude, for instance, could be more suitable and
natural to any one wishing to read the page on which a sitting
fellow-creature was engaged. Charles had found it so. But, as Lady