Just halfway between now
and Midsummer may I come to see you--just once?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because--I shall not want to see you."
"That's good," said he steadily. "Then let me tell you that I should not
come even if you would let me. I wanted you to know that."
A little, half-smothered laugh came from her in spite of herself, in
which he rather grimly joined. Then the others, calling questions and
reproaches, bore down upon them, and the evening for Richard Kendrick
was over. But the fight he meant to win was just begun.
CHAPTER XV
MAKING MEN
"Grandfather, have you a good courage for adventure?"
Matthew Kendrick looked up from his letters. His grandson Richard stood
before him, his face lighted by that new look of expectancy and
enthusiasm which the older man so often noted now. It was early in the
day, Mr. Kendrick having but just partaken of his frugal breakfast. He
had eaten alone this morning, having learned to his surprise that
Richard was already off.
"Why, Dick? What do you want of me?" his grandfather asked, laying down
his letters. They were important, but not so important, to his mind, as
the giving ear to his grandson.
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