As they drove
away Rosamond looked back at the figure leaping up the steps, with the
crimson rose showing brilliantly in the June sunshine.
"Rob, he's splendid, simply splendid," she whispered, so that the old
family coachman in front, driving the old family horses, could not hear.
"I don't wonder his grandfather is so proud of him. One can see that
he's going to go right on now and make himself a man worth anybody's
while. He's that now, but he's going to be more."
"I don't see how you can tell so much from hearing him make a few
foolish remarks about some roses!" Roberta's face was carefully averted.
"Oh, it wasn't what he said, it's what he is! It shows in his face. I
never saw purpose come out so in a face as it has in his in the time
that we've known him. Besides, we began by taking him for nothing but a
society man, and we were mistaken in that from the beginning. Stephen
has been telling me some things Louis told him."
"I know. About the hospital and the children."
"Yes. Isn't it interesting? And that's been going on for years; it's not
a new pose for our benefit. I've no doubt there are lots of other
things, if we knew them.
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