Let him console
himself with the vote from other counties--if he can."
The three were still upon the porch half an hour later, with others of
the family, when the two figures came again up the stretch of lawn
between the slim white birches, showing ghostlike now in the June
moonlight. They came in silence, as far as any sound of their voices
reached the porch, and they disappeared like two shades toward the front
of the house.
"He's not coming even to speak to us," whispered Rosamond to Stephen.
"That's very unlike him. Do you suppose--"
"It may be a case of the voice sticking in the throat," returned her
husband, under his breath. "I fancy he'll take it hard when Rob disposes
of him--as she certainly ought to do by this time, if she's not going to
take him. But she'd better think twice. He's a brilliant fellow, and he
has no rivals within hailing distance, in his line."
But Rosamond shook her head again. "He would never make her happy," she
breathed, with conviction. "Oh, I hope--I hope!"
Her hopes grew with Roberta's absence. Westcott had gone, for Ruth,
appearing at Rosamond's side, announced that Roberta was in her own
room, and would not be down again to-night.
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