"Ruth."
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid--"
Sybil stopped.
"Yes?"
A sudden light of understanding came to Ruth. She knew what it was that
Sybil was trying to say, had been trying to say ever since she spoke
with Bailey.
"My money has gone, too? Is that it?"
Sybil did not answer. Ruth went quickly to her and took her in her
arms.
"You poor baby," she cried. "Was that what was on your mind, wondering
how you should tell me? I knew there was something troubling you."
Sybil began to sob.
"I didn't know how to tell you," she whispered.
Ruth laughed excitedly. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted
from her shoulders--a weight which had been crushing the life out of
her. In the last few days the scales had fallen from her eyes and she
had seen clearly.
She realized now what Kirk had realized from the first, that what had
forced his life apart from hers had been the golden wedge of her
father's money. It was the burden of wealth that had weighed her down
without her knowing it. She felt as if she had been suddenly set free.
"I'm dreadfully sorry," said Sybil feebly.
Ruth laughed again.
"I'm not," she said. "If you knew how glad I was you would be
congratulating me instead of looking as if you thought I was going to
bite you."
"Glad!"
"Of course I'm glad. Everything's going to be all right again now.
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