I never
should have believed it would have seemed so--well, so sacred a thing to
take a girl away from all the people who love her, and bring her to a
place like this. I wish--wish I were a thousand times more fit for her."
"Rich Kendrick--" Benson was taken out of himself now. His voice was
slightly tremulous, but he spoke with less difficulty than before. "You
are fitter than you know. You've developed as I never thought any man
could in so short a time. I've been watching you and I've seen it. There
was always more in you than people gave you credit for--it was your
inheritance from a father and grandfather who have meant a great deal in
their world. You've found out what you were meant for, and you're coming
up to new and finer standards every day. You _are_ fit to take this
girl--and that means much, because I know a little of what a--" Now _he_
was floundering again, and his fine, then face flamed more hotly than
before--"of what she is!" he ended, with a complete breakdown in the
style of his phraseology, but with none at all in the conveyance of his
meaning.
Richard flung out his hand, catching Hugh's, and gripping it.
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