It was too much to tell her all at once, and he knew it when he saw her eyes fill, though she smiled through the shining tears as she murmured:
"And he didn"t tell me!"
"No, nor meant to. When I remonstrated with him he said you might think it a posing to impress you, whereas it simply meant the overflow of his own happiness. He said if he didn"t have some such outlet he should burst with the pressure of it!"
Her moved laughter provided some sort of outlet for her own pressure of feeling about these tidings. When she had recovered control of herself she turned to glance toward her husband, and Hugh"s heart stirred within him at the starry radiance of that look, which she could not veil successfully from him, who knew the cause of it.
It was the Alfred Carsons who came to her last; the young manager beaming with pleasure in the honour done him by his invitation to this family wedding, to which the great of the city were mostly intentionally unbidden; his pretty young wife, in effective modishness of attire by no means ill-chosen, glowing with pride and rosy with the effort to comport herself in keeping with the standards of these "democratically aristocratic" people, as her husband had shrewdly characterized them. As they stood talking with the bride, two of Richard"s friends standing near by, former close a.s.sociates in the life of the clubs he was now too busy to pursue, exchanged a brief colloquy which would mightily have interested the subject of it if he could have heard it.
"Who are these?" demanded one of the other, gazing elsewhere as he spoke.
"Partner or manager or something, in that business of Rich"s up in Eastman. So Belden Lorimer says."
"Bright looking chap--might be anybody, except for the wife. A bit too conscious, she."
"You might not notice that except in contrast with the new Mrs.
Kendrick. There"s the real thing, yes? Rich knew what he was doing when he picked her out."
"Undoubtedly he did. The whole family"s pretty fine--not the usual sort.
Watch Mrs. Clifford Cartwright. Even she"s impressed. Odd, eh?--with all the country cousins about, too."
"I know. It"s in the air. And of course everybody knows the family blood is of the bluest. Unostentatious but sure of itself. The Cartwrights couldn"t get that air, not in a thousand years."
"Rich himself has it, though--and the grandfather."
"True enough. I"m wondering which cla.s.s 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. Under the lights here and there one stood out more clearly than the rest--Louis"s, flushed and virile; Rosamond"s, lovely as a child"s; old Mr. Kendrick"s, intent and grave, forgetting to smile. The father and the mother were in the shadow--but little Gordon, Stephen"s boy, made of himself a central figure by running forward at the last to fling up a st.u.r.dy arm and cry:
"Good-bye, Auntie Wob--come back soon!"
It had been a white Christmas, and the snow had fallen lightly all day long. It was coming faster now, and the wind was rising, to Richard"s intense satisfaction. He had been fairly praying for a gale, improbable though that seemed. There was a considerable semblance of a storm, however, through which to drive the twelve miles to the waiting cabin on the hilltop, and when the car stopped and the door was opened, a heavy gust came swirling in. The absence of lights everywhere made the darkness seem blacker, out here in the country, and the general effect of outer desolation was as near this strange young man"s desire as could have been hoped.
"Good driving, Rogers. It was a quick trip, in spite of the heavy roads at the last. Thank you--and good-night."
"Thank you, sir. Good-night, Mr. Kendrick--and Mrs. Kendrick, if I may."
"Good-night, Rogers," called the voice Rogers had learned greatly to admire, and he saw her face smiling at him as the lights of the car streamed out upon it.
Then the great car was gone, and Richard was throwing open the door of the cabin, letting all the warmth and glow and fragrance of the snug interior greet his bride, as he led her in and shut the door with a resounding force against the winter night and storm.
It had been a dream of his that he should put her into one of the big, cushioned, winged chairs, and take his own place on the hearth-rug at her feet. Together they should sit and look into the fire, and be as silent or as full of happy speech as might seem to befit the hour. Now, when he had bereft her of her furry wraps and welcomed her as he saw fit, he made his dream come true. He told her of it as he put her in her chair, and saw her lean back against the comfortable cushioning with a long breath of inevitable weariness after many hours of tension.
"And you wondered which it would be, speech or silence?" queried Roberta, as he took that place he had meant to take, at her knee, and looked up, smiling, into her down-bent face.
"I did wonder, but I don"t wonder now. I know. There aren"t any words, are there?"
"No," she answered, looking now into the fire, yet seeing, as clearly as before, his fine and ardent, yet reverent face, "I think there are no words."