“Mrs. Bruce is so conceited about her stepson,” she said warmly, “that I really have some feeling about it, Robert. I confess it frankly.”
“Well, mamma dear, they shouldn’t tease her! As I’ve spent the whole day with Miss Maynard, you should be satisfied with the proof of your son’s fascinations. She might have dived off the driver’s seat into Brute’s arms, and she didn’t do it. Be comforted.”
“I know Mrs. Bruce will make Irving take her to see the bears after supper. You watch! And you might just as well do it yourself.”
“Oh no,” Robert shook his head. “I’d rather be free to climb a tree. Speaking of supper, come; and talk loudly, please, while I take my first mouthful, so the guests won’t hear it fall.”
Mrs. Nixon sighed and went with him.
When the party rose from the table there was a general movement to the back of the hotel to view the bears.
Mrs. Bruce, quite restored by supper and the prospect of a night’s rest, held Betsy’s arm as a sign to Irving that he was at liberty.
He and Robert sauntered on together, talking of the morrow’s fishing, and the others followed.
Mr. Derwent was thoughtful. His sister leaned on his arm and Helen walked on his other side.
“So you were at school with Miss Vincent?” he said.