Nothing in the world
would have given me greater satisfaction."
Bob suddenly felt the blood leap to his face in a crimson flood. He
gasped out an incoherent word or two, hoping to check Mr. Galbraith's
speech, but no intelligible phrases came to his tongue.
"Life is a strangely perverse game, isn't it?"' mused the capitalist.
"We build our castles, build them not alone for ourselves but for
others, and those we love shatter the structure we have so
painstakingly reared and on its ruined site make for themselves castles
of their own."
His eyes were fixed on the narrowing ribbon of sand over which the car
sped.
"I--I--have another surprise for you, Bob," he said in a lower tone,
without lifting his gaze from the reach of highway ahead. "Cynthia is
to be married."
"Cynthia!" A chaos of emotions mingled in the word.
"Her engagement has been an overwhelming shock to her mother and me,"
the elder man continued steadily, still without shifting his eyes from
the road over which he guided the car, "I don't know why the
possibility never occurred to us; but it never did.
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