Benson," Richard
explained, with a glance toward Benson himself, who had moved aside to
speak to a clerk. "We were classmates at college. We have--gone into
business together here."
It was out. As he spoke the words his face changed colour a little, but
his eyes remained steadily fixed on Uncle Rufus.
"Well, well," exclaimed Mr. Rufus Gray. "So it's you who have come to
the rescue of--"
But Richard interrupted him quickly. "I beg your pardon, not at all,"
said he. "It is my friend who has come to my rescue--given me the
biggest interest I have yet discovered--the game of business. I'm having
the time of my life. With the help of our mutual friend, Mr. Carson, who
is to be the business manager of the new house, we hope to make a
success."
Roberta was looking curiously at him, and his eyes suddenly met hers.
For an instant the encounter lasted, and it ended by her glance dropping
from his. There was something new to her in his face, something she
could not understand. Instead of its former rather studiedly impassive
expression there was an awakened look, a determined look, as if he had
something on hand he meant to do--and to do as soon as the present
interview should be over.
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