The blue of your
eyes, with those black lashes, is another larkspur shade, in this light.
I've called it sea-blue. Rob--dearest--the nights I've dreamed about
those eyes of yours!"
He got no further chance to observe them just then, as he might have
expected, for Roberta immediately turned their light on the garden and
away from his worshipful regard. She engaged the old gardener in
conversation, and made his dull gaze brighten with her praise. Meanwhile
Richard went off to the house, and presently returning, drew his party
into a group and put a question, striving to maintain an appearance of
indifference.
"It occurred to me you might care to look into the house itself. It's
rather interesting inside, I believe. There seems to be a caretaker
there, and she says we may come in. She'll meet us at the front. Shall
we take a minute to do it?"
"I should like it very much," agreed Roberta promptly. "I've heard
mother speak of the fine old hall with its staircase--a different type
from ours, and very interesting."
"There certainly is a remarkable attraction to me in this place," said
Matthew Kendrick, walking beside Roberta with hands clasped behind his
back and head well up.
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