’Then John Crumb’s a fool for his pains, that’s all; and now do you go about your work.’  Ruby didn’t like to be told to go about her work, and tossed her head, and slammed the kitchen door, and scolded the servant girl, and then sat down to cry.  What was she to do with herself now?  She had an idea that Felix would not come back to her after the treatment he had received;—­and a further idea that if he did come he was not, as she phrased it to herself, ‘of much account.’  She certainly did not like him the better for having been beaten, though, at the time, she had been disposed to take his part.  She did not believe that she would ever dance with him...