ndfather all combined, in
the matter of his success. I wouldn't have you think his making good--as
they say in these days--in the world I am used to is my only idea of
success. No, no, he has a world of his own besides. I should like you to
see--there are several things I should like you to see. Last winter Dick
begged from me a portrait of his mother which I had done when he was a
year old; she lived only six months after that. He has it now over his
desk. His father's portrait is on the opposite wall. Should you care to
step across the hall into my grandson's rooms? The portraits I speak of
are in the second room of the suite. Stop and examine anything else that
interests you; I am sure he would be proud; and he has brought back many
interesting things, principally pictures, from his travels. I should
like to go with you, but if you will be so kind--"

There was no refusing the enthusiastic old man. He sent his housekeeper
to see that the rooms were open of window and ready for inspection, then
waved his guests away. Mrs. Stephen went with alacrity; Roberta followed
more slowly, as if she somehow feared to go. Of all the odd
happenings!--that she should be walking into Richard Kendrick's own
habitation, with all the intimate revelations it was bound to make to
her. She wondered what he would say if he knew.

The first room was precisely what she might have expected, quite
obviously the apartment of a modern young man whose wishes lacked no
opportunity to satisfy themselves. The room was not in bad taste; on the
contrary, its somewhat heavy furnishings had an air of dignity in
harmony with an earlier day than that more ostentatious period in which
the rest of the house had been fitted. Upon its walls was a choice
collection of pictures of various styles and schools of art, some of
them unquestionably of much value. At one end of the room stood a closed
grand piano. But, like the grandfather's room, the place could not by
any stretch of the imagination be called homelike, and to this fact
Rosamond called her companion's attention.

"It's really very interesting," said she, "and quite impressive, but I
don't wonder in the least at his saying that he had no home. This might
be a room in a fine hotel; there's nothing to make you feel as if
anybody really lives here, in spite of the beautiful paintings. But Mr.
Kendrick said the portraits were in the second room."

On her way into the second room, however, Rosamond's att