Being a woman,
with a warm and kindly nature, she was sad with the disquieting thought
that anywhere under that starry sky was one whose spirit was heavy
to-night because of her. But--there had been no help for it. She knew
now, beyond a doubt, that there had been no help.
CHAPTER XXI
PORTRAITS
Revelations were in order in these days. Another of a quite different
sort came to Roberta within the week. On a morning when she knew Richard
Kendrick to be in Eastman she consented to drive with Mrs. Stephen to
make a call upon Mr. Matthew Kendrick, now at home and recovering
satisfactorily from his fall, but still confined to his room. With a
basketful of splendid garden roses upon her arm she followed Rosamond
into the great stone pile.
They seemed to have left the sunlight and the summer day itself outside
as they sat waiting in the stiff and formal reception-room, which looked
as if no woman's hand or foot had touched it for a decade. As they were
conducted to Mr. Kendrick's room upon the floor above they noted with
observant eyes the cheerless character of every foot of the way--lofty
hall, sombre staircase, gloomy corridor.
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