He is so proud of you--as we
all are."
"That is a pleasant welcome, Miss Leila; and, dear Mrs. Penhallow, I do
not want a carriage, I prefer to walk. I will see you, John, and that
lame arm to-morrow. Good-bye, Colonel."
The master of Grey Pine said, "Nice young man! Ann ought to kill the
fatted calf. Tell John not to be late for dinner."
"It is all right, James," said Mrs. Ann, "all right."
Rivers watched with pain the vacant face of the Colonel. This mental
failure constantly recalled the days of anguish when with despair he had
seen all who were dear to him one after another die mentally before their
merciful exit from life.
"John must be tired," he said. Leila, who noted on the young soldier's
face the effect of sudden realization of his useless state said, "Your
room is ready, John."
"Yes," said John, "I should like to rest before dinner."
With a word as to the fatigue of his journey, Leila followed him into the
well-remembered hall.
"Good heavens, Leila. It seems an age since I was here. Send up Josiah.
I am like a baby and need him to help me."
She looked after him pitifully as he went up the stairs. "Surely," she
thought, "we have paid dearly our debt to the country."
He came down at six o'clock, still in his undress uniform, but thinking
that his aunt would not like it.
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