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."