"I thought perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Gray would have some sandwiches
and--er--something more--with us, before they go to their rooms,"
Richard suggested, nodding at Parks, the heavy-eyed.
"Yes, yes--" agreed Mr. Kendrick, but Mrs. Rufus broke in upon him.
"Oh, no, Mr. Kendrick!" she cried softly, much distressed. "Please don't
think of such a thing--at this hour. And we've just had refreshments at
Eleanor's. Don't let us keep you up a minute. I'm sure you must be tired
after this long evening."
"Not at all, Madam. Nor do you yourself look so," responded Matthew
Kendrick, in his somewhat stately manner. "But you may be feeling like
sleep, none the less. If you prefer you shall go to your rest at once."
He turned to his grandson again. "Dick--"
"I'll take them up," said that young man, eagerly. He offered his arm to
Aunt Ruth.
Uncle Rufus looked about him for the hand-bag which his wife had so
hurriedly packed. "We had a little grip--" said he, uncertainly.
"We'll find it upstairs, I think," Richard assured him, and led the way
with Aunt Ruth. "I'm sorry we have no lift," he said to her, "but the
stairs are rather easy, and we'll take them slowly.
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