United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
It must be admitted that Hilland's broad hint, that in the coming
emergency Americans should be at home, had little weight with him. From
natural bent he had ever been averse to politics. In accordance with
his theory of evolution, he believed the negro was better off in his
present condition than he could be in any other. He was the last man to
cherish an enthusiasm for an inferior race. Indeed, he would have much
preferred it should die out altogether and make room for better
material. The truth was that his prolonged residence abroad had made
the questions of American politics exceedingly vague and
inconsequential. He believed them to be ephemeral to the last
degree--in the main, mere struggles of parties and partisans for power
and spoils; and for their hopes, schemes, and stratagems to gain
temporary success, he cared nothing.
He had not been an idler in his prolonged absence. In the first place,
he had striven with the whole force of a powerful will to subdue a
useless passion, and had striven in vain. He had not, however, yielded
for a day to a dreamy melancholy, but, in accordance with his promise
"to do his best," had been tireless in mental and physical activity.
The tendency to wander somewhat aimlessly had ceased, and he had
adopted the plan of studying modern life at the old centres of
civilization and power.
Hilland's letter found him in Egypt, and only a few weeks had elapsed
after its reception when, with deep anxiety, he rang the bell at his
aunt's cottage door. He had not stopped to ask for letters in London,
for he had learned that by pushing right on he could catch a fast
outgoing steamer and save some days.
The servant who admitted him uttered a cry of joy; and a moment later
his aunt rose feebly from the lounge in her sitting-room, and greeted
him as her son.
CHAPTER XVII
PREPARATION
Graham learned with deep satisfaction that the dangerous symptoms of
his aunt's illness had passed away, and that she was now well advanced
in convalescence. They gave to each other an hour or two of unreserved
confidence; and the old lady's eyes filled with tears more than once as
she saw how vain had been her nephew's struggle. It was equally clear,
however, that he had gained strength and a nobler manhood in the
effort; and so she told him.
"If supper is ready," he replied, "I'll prove to you that I am in very
fair condition."
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