"When I see you next I'll be almost your brother.
And in just a few minutes after that--"
"Oh, Richard--are you happy?" she whispered back, scanning his face with
brimming eyes.
"So happy I can't tell even you. Give my love, my dearest love, to--"
"I will--" as he paused on the name, as if he could not speak it just
then. "She was so glad to have us go to church together. She wanted to
come herself--so much."
He pressed the small gloved hand held out to him. He knew that Ruth
idealized him far beyond his worth--he could read it in her gaze, which
was all but reverential. He said to himself, as he turned away, that a
man never had so many motives to be true to the girl he was to marry. To
bring the first shade of distrust into this little sister's tender eyes
would be punishment enough for any disloyalty, no matter what the cause
might be.
The wedding was to be at six o'clock. There was nothing about the whole
affair, as it had been planned by Roberta, with his full assent, to make
it resemble any event of the sort in which he had ever taken part. Not
one consideration of custom or of vogue had had weight with her, if it
differed from her carefully wrought-out views of what should be.
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