Mrs. Mavor
was at her window, smiling and waving in return. They had grown to
be great friends these two; and seemed to have arrived at some
understanding. Certainly, Graeme's manner to her was not that he bore
to other women. His half-quizzical, somewhat superior air of mocking
devotion gave place to a simple, earnest, almost tender, respect, very
new to him, but very winning.
As he stood there waving his farewell, I glanced at his face and saw for
a moment what I had not seen for years, a faint flush on Graeme's cheek
and a light of simple, earnest faith in his eyes. It reminded me of
my first look of him when he had come up for his matriculation to the
'Varsity. He stood on the campus looking up at the noble old pile, and
there was the same bright, trustful, earnest look on his boyish face.
I know not what spirit possessed me; it may have been the pain of the
memory working in me, but I said, coarsely enough, 'It's no use, Graeme,
my boy; I would fall in love with her myself, but there would be no
chance even for me.
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