With a quick
movement she leaned forward and laid her hand on Corinne's
shoulder.
"Why, you dear Corinne,--Jack and I are not like that. What has
gone wrong,--tell me," she urged.
For a brief instant Corinne made no answer. Once she tried to
speak but the words died in her throat. Then, lifting up her hands
appealingly, she faltered out:
"I only said that I--Oh, Ruth!--I am so wretched!" and sank back
on the lounge in an agony of tears.
CHAPTER XXVI
At ten o'clock that same night Jack went to the station to meet
Garry. He and Ruth had talked over the strange scene--
unaccountable to both of them--and had determined that Jack should
see Garry at once.
"I must help him, Ruth, no matter at what cost. Garry has been my
friend for years; he has been taken up with his work, and so have
I, and we have drifted apart a little, but I shall never forget
him for his kindness to me when I first came to New York. I would
never have known Uncle Peter but for Garry, or Aunt Felicia, or--
you, my darling.
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