"
"True enough. I'm wondering which class we belong in!"
The two laughed and moved closer. Neither could afford to miss a chance
of observing their old friend under these new conditions, for he had
been a subject of their speculations ever since the change in him had
begun. And though they had deplored the loss of him from their favourite
haunts, they had been some time since forced to admit that he had never
been so well worth knowing as now that he was virtually lost to them.
"Oh, Robby, darling--I can never, never let you go!"
So softly wailed Ruth, her slim young form clinging to her sister's,
regardless of her bridesmaid's crushed finery, daintily cherished till
this moment. Over her head Roberta's eyes looked into her mother's.
There were no tears in the fine eyes which met hers, but somehow Roberta
knew that Ruth's heartache was a tiny pain beside that other's.
Richard, looking on, standing ready to take his bride away, wondered
once more within himself how he could have the heart to do it. But it
was done, and he and Roberta were off together down the steps; and he
was putting her into Mr. Kendrick's closed car; and she was leaning past
him to wave and wave again at the dear faces on the porch.
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