"Attend to Lieutenant Whately's supper and see that he has the best
you can get for him."
"Yassum."
Mrs. Baron then repaired to her husband's office, where he and
Surgeon Ackley were closeted, making up the accounts relating to the
occupation of the property for hospital purposes. Maynard lighted
his pipe, and strolled out into the grounds. He was in a cold,
deadly mood of anger. There was just enough sting of truth in
Whately's words to make the insult unendurable. Added to this was
intense exasperation that he had been interrupted at a critical and,
as he believed, a hopeful, moment. He had seen that the girl was not
ready for his suit or that of any one at present, but was quite sure
he could have won permission to renew his addresses in the future.
Now--well, he was ready enough to fight to the death and utterly
oblivious of the still, serene beauty of the night. He appeared but
a shadow as he walked quietly under the trees, but it was a shadow
of death. An hour since and he was but a passionate youth, full of
ardent love and longing, vaguely inspired, under the influence of
his passion, toward all noble enthusiasms.
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