Not a
word did he speak to her as they circled the great room again and again.
He did not want to mar the beauty of it by speech--ordinary exchange of
comment such as dancers feel that they must make. He wanted to dream
instead.
"Look at Rob and Mr. Kendrick," said Ruth in Rosamond's ear. "Aren't
they the most wonderful pair you ever saw? They look as if they were
made for each other."
"Don't tell Rob that," Rosamond warned her enthusiastic sister-in-law.
"She would never dance with him again."
"I can't think what makes her dislike him so. Look at her face--turned
just as far away as she can get it. And she never speaks to him at all.
I've been watching them."
"It won't hurt him to be disliked a little," declared Mrs. Stephen
wisely. "It's probably the first time in his life a girl has ever turned
away her head--except to turn it back again instantly to see if he
observed."
"What would Forbes Westcott say if he could see them? Do you know he's
coming back soon? Then Rob will have her hands full! Do you suppose she
will marry him?"
"Little matchmaker! I don't know. Nobody ever knows what Rob is going to
do.
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