<h2 id="c27">CHAPTER XXVII. <br/><span class="small">REVELATIONS THAT DO NOT REVEAL</span></h2>
<p>The two lads who were close as brothers rode for
some time in silence after having left Roberta at the
Pensinger mansion. It took skillful driving to cross
the crowded streets at First, Second and Third, but
after that the way was open to Central Park and,
when at last they were riding down one of the wide,
tree-shaded avenues, Ralph turned his gaze from the
road and smiled at his friend.</p>
<p>The eyes of Dick were searching.</p>
<p>“And all this means what, to you?” he asked
earnestly.</p>
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<p>“That I wrote the letter to which you are referring,
hastily, on an impulse, before I was really
acquainted with Miss Vandergrift. I know now
that she isn’t the girl for me, and I also know that
she <i>is</i> the girl for you, and I sincerely congratulate
you both. Now I say, Dick, you aren’t going to
spoil my plans for a house party in the Orange Hills
by bolting, are you? Ma Mere will be back tomorrow,
and she wrote that I might have my friends for
a week as soon as the house has been aired out.
You know it has been closed all winter.”</p>
<p>“Indeed, I’m not going anywhere.” Dick felt
greatly relieved, for he believed that Ralph was telling
him the truth. He knew that his college pal
was impulsive and often did things in more of a
headlong manner than he would had he given the
matter thought. “Of course he admires my Bobs;
no one could help that, but I’m glad that he doesn’t
really love her,” Dick was thinking. “He’s had sorrow
enough as it is.” Aloud he asked, “Who are
you going to ask?”</p>
<p>“Well, I did invite all four of the Vandergrift
girls, but Bobs is the only one who has accepted.
The oldest and youngest sisters are free but a few
hours each day; the rest of their time they devote to
Settlement work and they feel that they are especially
needed now that it is vacation in the schools.
Gwendolyn, however, may come, as of course I have
invited your sister Phyllis and her guests.”</p>
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<p>Dick looked at Ralph with the light of a new
inspiration in his eyes. “I say, wouldn’t it be great
if you could care for my sister Phyl? Then you
would be my brother in very truth.”</p>
<p>Ralph laughed. “Dicky-boy,” he said, “are you
turning matchmaker? It’s too late for that, old
man. Bobs tells me that Phyllis is engaged to a fine
chap from up Boston way. His name is Arden
Wentworth.”</p>
<p>“Gee, that’s great news! Arden is a chap after
my own heart, but I didn’t think that he ever could
win Phyl. She must have changed a lot this last
year.”</p>
<p>“Why, how’s that?” Ralph looked around inquiringly.
“His father has piled up a few millions. That
ought to please any girl.”</p>
<p>“That’s just where the shoe pinches, so to speak,”
was the reply. “Arden, being a red-blooded young
American, refused to just spend his father’s money
and so he put on overalls and began at the bottom
in one of his dad’s factories. He said he wanted to
prove to himself, even if the world didn’t care, that
he had brains enough to make good without help.
Phyl wouldn’t speak to him after that, hoping that,
for her sake, he would give it up; but he didn’t, and
so I thought it was all off between them.”</p>
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<p>“Well, something must have happened, for Bobs
tells me that they are really engaged, and so, of
course I have also invited Arden. By the way, you
know Gwendolyn Vandergrift. What kind of a
chap ought I to ask for her? Harry Birch is in
town. I thought she might like him.” And so the
lads talked over the plans for the coming house party,
and so successfully did Ralph play his part that his
pal did not for one moment suspect that his friend
was secretly wishing that he might have sailed away
in Dick’s place on the boat which, that noon, had
left for distant shores.</p>
<p>But night is darkest before the dawn.</p>
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