"
"What is it like being poor, Ruth? Of course, we were never very well
off at home, but we weren't really poor."
"It's heaven if you're with the right man."
Mrs. Bailey sighed.
"Bailey's the right man, as far as I'm concerned. But I'm wondering how
he will bear it, poor dear."
Ruth was feeling too happy herself to allow any one else to be unhappy
if she could help it.
"Why, of course he will be splendid about it," she said. "You're
letting your imagination run away with you. You have got the idea of
Bailey and yourself as two broken creatures begging in the streets. I
don't know how badly Bailey will be off after this smash, but I do know
that he will have all his brains and his energy left."
Ruth was conscious of a momentary feeling of surprise that she should
be eulogizing Bailey in this fashion, and--stranger still--that she
should be really sincere in what she said. But to-day seemed to have
changed everything, and she was regarding her brother with a new-born
respect. She could still see Sybil's face as it had appeared in that
memorable moment of self-revelation. It had made a deep impression upon
her.
"A man like Bailey is worth a large salary to any one, even if he may
not be able to start out for himself again immediately. I'm not
worrying about you and Bailey. You will have forgotten all about this
crash this time next year.
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