The evening was a painful one to Gregory. His sense of loneliness was
deepened, and nowhere is such a feeling stronger than at a fireside
where one feels that he has no right. Mr. Walton was occupied that
evening with some business papers. He had not a thought of discourtesy
toward his guest. Indeed, in the perfection of hospitality, he had
adopted Gregory so completely into his household that he felt that he
could treat him as one of the family. And yet Mr. Walton was also
secretly uneasy at the prospect of entertaining hostile guests, and,
with his knowledge of the world, was not sure that peace between them
could be made in an hour.
The disposition of those around us often creates an atmosphere, nothing
tangible but something felt; and the impression on Gregory's mind, that
he belonged not to this household, but to the outside world--that the
circle of their lives did not embrace him, and that his visit might
soon come to an end without much regret on their part--was not without
cause. And yet they would have consciously failed in no duty of
hospitality had he stayed for weeks.
But never before had Gregory so felt his isolation. He had but few
relatives, and they were not congenial. His life abroad, and neglect,
had made them comparative strangers. But here, in the home of his
childhood, the dearest spot of earth, were those who might become
equally loved with it. In a dim, obscure way the impression was growing
upon him that his best chance for life and happiness still centred in
the place where he had once known true life and happiness. Annie Walton
seemed to him the embodiment of life. She was governed and sustained by
a principle which he could not understand, and which from his soul he
was beginning to covet.
His good father and mother had been like old Mr. Walton. Their voyage
of life was nearly over as he remembered them, and they were entering
the quiet, placid waters of the harbor. Whether they had reached their
haven of rest through storm and temptation, he did not know, but felt
that they never could have had his unfortunate experience or been
threatened with utter wreck. They belonged to his happier yet vanished
past, which could never return.
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