United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Grace smiled, but kept her thoughts to herself. To her also Graham had
never appeared so well. There was decision in his step and slightest
movement. The old easy saunter of leisure was gone; the old half-dreamy
and slightly cynical eyes of the student showed a purpose which was
neither slight nor indefinite; and that brief, searching glance--what
else could it be than a query as to the confidences his aunt may have
bestowed during the day? Moreover, why did he avoid looking at her
unless there was distinct occasion for his glance?
She would have known too well had she heard poor Graham mutter: "My
will must be made of Bessemer steel if I can see her often as she
looked to-night and live."
In the evening Hilland walked over to call on his friend and make
inquiries. Through the parlor windows he saw Graham reading to his
aunt, who reclined on a lounge; and he stole away again without
disturbing them.
The next few days passed uneventfully away, and Graham's armor was
almost proof against even the penetration of Grace. He did not assume
any mask of gayety. He seemed to be merely his old self, with a subtle
difference, and a very unobtrusive air of decision in all his
movements. He was with his friend a great deal; and she heard them
talking over their old life with much apparent zest. He was as good
company for the major as ever, and when a whist played so good a game
as to show that he was giving it careful attention. There was a
gentleness toward his aunt that rather belied his character of stoic
philosopher. Indeed, he seemed to have dropped this phase also, and was
simply a well-bred man of the world, avoiding reference to himself, and
his past or present views, as far as possible.
To a question of Hilland's one day he replied: "No; I shall not go back
to my studies at present. As I told you the other night, my excursion
into the world has shown me the advantage of studying it more fully.
While I shall never be a Croesus like yourself, I am modestly
independent; and I mean to see the world we live in, and then shall
know better what I am studying about."
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