"For private and personal reasons, rather than public; I see. But then of course you know them all, more or less; and so you must know the man I am after." "A relation of yours, sir?" Magnus inquired gravely. "Oh, no, not at all; only an acquaintance of a day and a night. But I should like to see him again very much; in fact that was why I stopped over a day here. I wonder if he is in the corps still? Must be, I think; he did not look like a fellow to be 'found' in anything,--unless caution and self-control." "That's a bad showing," said Magnus. "I'd rather chance it in math." "You must know him, of course, if he is here," Mr. Wayne went on; "for he was from your State, I know. I had his name down--and I also had my pocket-book stolen! Can you tell over the list of your State delegation?" So Magnus began. "Smith, J., 2d; Jones, L.; Devius, E.; Smith, T. A.; Marston, Kindred----" "That's the man!" broke in Mr. Wayne; "Charlemagne Kindred. And you say he is here still?" "Oh, yes, he's here," said Magnus, with a half groan. "Doing well?" "Doing all sorts of ways. He is just back from furlough, and as blue as a mouldy cheese." "Back from furlough! Ah, then he has seen his mother again. That ought to cure him of doing 'all sorts of ways.' Where does he stand in his class?" "Oh, he keeps out of the Immortals," said Magnus with a shrug. "Might max it oftener, if he didn't read so many magazines and write so many letters." "Letters, hey? These 'left behind' girls have a good deal to answer for. And yet such a trust as a woman's life and happiness, ought to steady any man, and put him at his best." "He has four just such trusts," said Magnus. "I don't know that they'd all die if he went to the bad, but two of them would." "Four--you seem to know him very well," said Mr. Wayne, turning to look more narrowly at his companion. "I don't know, sir: sometimes I think I do, sometimes not. He takes me all by surprise every now and then," said Magnus. But with that he turned his eyes full upon Mr. Wayne, and the recognition was instant. "And this is you!" said Mr. Wayne. "I see it now. Indeed I think I felt it all along. Sit over there, and let me look at you." So Magnus changed his seat for another, and went through a new sort of inspection; differing _in toto_ from that of any member of the tactical department. For Mr. Wayne's eyes passed rapidly over grey cloth and bell buttons (Magnus feeling quite sure the while that any dulness or disorder there would have been noted) and came to the young face, with a look so searching and wise that the sunburnt cheeks reddened, and the eyes went down. Only for a moment, however: then they met the search squarely, and with a laugh. "Yes, sir," said Cadet Kindred, "that is just about what I am."