"
He pointed to a splendid bowlful of blossoms on a stand behind Louis,
such blossoms as even in June grow only in the choicest of gardens.
"All this is news to me," declared Louis; "mighty good news, too. But
how has he been able to keep it so quiet?"
"Hospital people all pledged not to tell; so of course you and I mustn't
be responsible for letting it out, since he doesn't want it known. I'm
glad I know it, though, and I felt somehow that you ought to know. I
used to think a lot of Rich at college, but now that he's my partner I
think so much more I can't be happy unless other people appreciate him.
And in the business--I can't tell you what he is. He's more like a
brother than a partner."
His thin cheeks flushed, and Louis suddenly bethought himself.
"I'm letting you talk too much, Hugh," he said self-accusingly.
"Convalescents mustn't overexert themselves. Suppose you lie still
and let me read the morning paper to you."
"Thank you, my nurse has done it. Talking is really a great luxury and
it does me good, a little of it. I want to tell you this about Rich--"
The door opened quietly as he spoke and Richard Kendrick himself came
in.
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