This face was also of a somewhat warm colouring, but
these eyes did not hide; they looked as if they were seeing visions and
noted nothing earthly.
"Why, Dick!" exclaimed Mr. Kendrick. "I didn't expect you till
to-morrow." Gladness was in his voice. He held out welcoming hands, and
his grandson came to him and took the hands and held them while he
explained the errand which had brought him and upon which he must
immediately depart. But he would come again upon the morrow, he
promised. It was clear that the closest relations existed between the
two; it was a pleasant thing to see. And when Richard turned out again
toward the visitors he had his face in order.
Some imperceptible signalling had been exchanged between Roberta and
Rosamond, and the call came shortly to an end, in spite of the old man's
urgent invitation to them to remain.
"Do you see the roses they brought me, Dick?" He indicated the bowls and
vases which stood about the room. "I told them you would notice them
directly you came in. Where are your eyes, boy?"
"Do you really blame me for not seeing them, grandfather?" retorted his
grandson audaciously.
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