"
And here his reflections faded into the unworded belief that she would
have done so but for his, her own father's, being in the way.
The pair stopped and turned half about to enjoy the green-arched vista
of the street, and Godfrey said, in a tone that left his companion no
room to overlook its personal intent, "How often, in my long absences,
I see this spot!"
"You wouldn't dare confess you didn't," was her blithe reply.
"Oh yes, I should. I've tried not to see it, many a time."
"Why, Godfrey Winslow!" she laughed. "That was very wrong!"
"It was very useless," said the wanderer, "for there was always the same
one girl in the midst of the picture; and that's the sort a man can
never shut out, you know. I don't try to shut it out any more, Ruth."
The girl spoke more softly. "I wish I could know where Leonard is," she
mused aloud.
"Did you hear me, Ruth? I say I don't try any more, now."
"Well, that's right! I wonder where that brother of mine is?"
The baffled lover had to call up his patience. "Well, that's right,
too," he laughed; "and I wonder where that brother of mine is? I wonder
if they're together?"
They moved on, but at the stately entrance of the Winslow garden they
paused again. The girl gave her companion a look of distress, and the
young man's brow darkened. "Say it," he said. "I see what it is."
"You speak of Arthur"--she began.
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