Good-night!"
As she looked at him march away with his head up, her hand was aching
with the force of the almost brutally hard grip he had given it with
that last speech. Her final glimpse of him showed him with a tinge of
the angry red still lingering on his cheek, and a peculiar set to his
finely cut mouth which she had never noticed there before. But, in spite
of this, anything more courtly than his leave-taking of her mother and
her Aunt Ruth she had never seen from one of the young men of the day.
CHAPTER IX
MR. KENDRICK ENTERTAINS
On their way downstairs, Matthew Kendrick and his grandson, escorted by
Louis Gray, encountered a small company of people apparently just
arrived from a train. Louis stopped for a moment to greet them, turned
them over to his brother Stephen, whom he signalled from a stair-landing
above, and went on down to the entrance-hall with the Kendricks.
"Too bad they're late for the party," he observed. "They had written
they couldn't come, I believe. Mother will have to do a bit of figuring
to dispose of them. But the more the merrier under this roof, every
time."
"It's rather late to be putting people up for the night," Richard
observed.
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