He had not cared much
for skating since that night. All other opportunities had seemed tame
after that.
"You've travelled a great deal--had a lot of experiences," Benson said,
with a suppressed sigh.
"A few. But they don't prevent my looking forward to a new one to-night.
I never went skating on a river in the country before. How far can you
go?"
"Ten miles, if you like, down. Two miles up. There they are, coming
round the bend four abreast. Westcott has more than his share of girls."
"More than he wants, probably. He'll cling to one and joyfully hand over
the others."
"You'll like Anna Drummond; we're old school friends. Forbes and Miss
Roberta naturally seem to get together wherever they are. And Miss Ruth
is a mighty nice little girl."
Across the blazing bonfire two men scrutinized each other: Forbes
Westcott, one of the cleverest attorneys of a large city, a man with a
rising reputation, who held himself as a man does who knows that every
day advances his success; Richard Kendrick, well-known young
millionaire, hitherto a travelled idler and spender of his income, now
a newly fledged business man with all his honours yet to be won.
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