In amazement at these phenomena, Morton turned next towards the fourth member of the party; and here he encountered a new emotion, of a kind quite different. Hitherto, in his college seclusion, he had not very often met, except in imagination, with that union of beauty, breeding, and refinement which belongs to the best life of cities, and which he now saw in the person of a young lady, a year or two his junior. He longed for a pretext to address her, but found none; when her father--for such he seemed--broke silence, and accosted him. "I beg your pardon; is it possible that you are the son of John Morton?" "Yes." "He was my father's old friend. I thought I could scarcely mistake your likeness to your mother." "I believe I have the pleasure of speaking to Colonel Leslie." Leslie inclined his head. "My title clings to me, I find, though I have no right to it now." He had left the army long before, exchanging the rough frontier service for pursuits more to his taste. "Upon my word," pursued Leslie, after conversing for some time with the new comer on the scenery and game of the mountains, "you seem to be _au fait_ at this sort of thing." "At least I ought to be; I have spent half my college vacations here." "It is unlucky for us that we must set out for home in the morning. You might have given us good advice in our sightseeing." "Crawford will tell you that I am tolerably well qualified to be a guide." "You do not look like a collegian. They are generally thin and pale with studying." "Oftener with laziness and cigar smoke." "Very likely. You seem too hardy and active for a student." Morton's weak point was touched. "I can do well enough, I believe, in that way. Crawford was boasting, last year, that he could outwrestle any man in New England. I challenged him, and threw him on his back." "You! Crawford is twice as heavy and strong as you are." "I am stronger than I seem," replied Morton, with great complacency. And Leslie, observing him with an eye not unused to measure the thews and sinews of men, saw that, though his frame was light, and his shoulders not broad, yet his compact proportions, deep chest, and muscular limbs, showed the highest degree of bodily vigor. "You are quite right. I would enlist you without asking the surgeon's advice." Here the nurse, attendant on the two philosophers, appeared at the door; and they, obedient to the mute summons, scrambled gravely from their seats, and, with solemn steps, withdrew. Miss Leslie presently followed, and Morton and her father were left alone. "You are from Harvard--are you not?" "Yes." "Do you know Horace Vinal?" "Very well; he is my classmate." "Is he not thought a very promising young man?" "He is our first scholar." "I hear him spoken of as a young man of fine abilities." "And he knows how to make the best of them." "Not at all dissipated." "Not at all." "And a great student." "Digs day and night." "A little ambitious, I suppose." "A little."