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〃Yes； but that was fishing！〃 he laughed as he waved an imaginary rod in his hands。
〃And the week before； when you spent the day at Uncle Tilghman's？〃 she continued； smiling sadly at him； but with the light of an ill…concealed admiration on her face。
〃Ah； but mother； I went to see the Lely！ That's an education。 Oh； that portrait in pink！〃 He was serious now； looking straight down into her eyes talking with his hands； one thumb in air as if it were a bit of charcoal and he was outlining the Lely on an equally real canvas。 〃Such color； mother such an exquisite poise of the head and sweep to the shoulder〃 and the thumb described a curve in the air as if following every turn of Lely's brush。
Her eyes followed his gesturesshe loved his enthusiasm； although she wished it had been about something else。
〃And you don't get any education out of the Judge's law…books？〃
〃No； I wish I did。〃 The joyous look on his face was gone nowhis hand had fallen to his side。 〃It gets to be more of a muddle every day〃 and then he added； with the illogical reasoning of youth〃all the lawyers that ever lived couldn't paint a picture like the Lely。〃
Mrs。 Horn closed her eyes。 It was on her tongue to tell him she knew what was in his heart； but she stopped； no； not to…night； she said firmly to herself； and shut her lips tighta way she had of bracing her nerves in such emergencies。
Oliver in turn saw the expression of anxiety that crossed his mother's face and the thin drawn line of the lips。 One word from her and he would have poured out his heart。 Then some shadow that crossed her face silenced him。 〃No； not to…night〃 he said to himself。 〃She has been sitting up for me and is tiredI'll tell her to…morrow。〃
〃Don't go with Tom Pitts； my son；〃 she said； calmly。 〃I'd rather you'd stay； I don't want you to go this time。 Perhaps a little later〃 and a slight shiver went through her as she rose from her chair and moved toward him。
He made no protest。 Her final word was always law to himnot because she dominated him； but because his nature was always to be in harmony with the thing he loved。 Because； too； underneath it all was that quality of tenderness to all women old and young； which forbade him to cause one of them pain。 Almost unconsciously to himself he had gone through a process by which from having yielded her the obedience of a child； he now surrendered to her the pleasures of his youth when the old feeling of maternal dominance still controlled her in her attitude to him。 She did not recognize the difference； and he had but half…perceived it； but the difference had already transformed him from a boy into a man； though with unrecognized powers of stability as yet。 In obeying his mother； then at twenty…two； or even in meeting the whims and conceits of his sweethearts； this quality of tenderness to the woman was always uppermost in his heart。 The surrender of a moment's pleasure seemed so little to him compared to the expression of pain he could see cross their faces。 He had so much to make him happywhat mattered it if out of a life so full he should give up any one thing to please his mother。
Patting him on the cheek and kissing him on the neck； as she had so often done when some sudden wave of affection overwhelmed her； she bade him good…night at last。
Once outside in the old…fashioned hall； she stopped for a moment； her eyes fixed on the floor； the light from the hall…lamp shining on her silver hair and the shawl about her shoulders； and said slowly to herself； as if counting each word：
〃Whatcan I doto save this boyfromhimself？〃
CHAPTER V
A MESSAGE OF IMPORTANCE
Richard； when he waked； made no allusion to the mortgage nor to his promise the night before； to take no steps in the matter without her consent； nor could Mrs。 Horn see that the inventor had given the subject further thought。 He came in to breakfast with his usual serenity of mien； kissed her gallantly on the cheekin all their married life this dear old gentleman had never forgotten this breakfast kiss and taking his seat opposite her； he picked up the new Scientific Review； just in by the morning mail； and began cutting the leaves。 She tried to draw him into conversation by asking him when the note on the mortgage was due； but his mind was doubtless absorbed by some problem suggested by the Review before him； for without answeringhe； of course； had not heard herhe rose from his chair； excused himself for a moment； opened a book in his library； studied it leisurely； and only resumed his seat when Malachi gently touched his elbow and said：
〃Coffee purty nigh done sp'ilt； Marse Richard。〃
Breakfast over； Richard picked up his letters； and with that far…away look in his eyes which his wife knew so well； walked to the closet； took down his long red calico gown； slipped it over his coat； and with a loving pat on his wife's shoulder as he passed； and with the request that no one but Nathan should see him that morning； made his way through the damp brick…paved back yard to the green door of his 〃li'l〃 room。
Mrs。 Horn watched his retreating figure from the windowhis head bent； his soft hair stirred by the morning air； falling about his shoulders。 His serenity； his air of abstraction； of being wrapped in the clouds as it wereborne aloft by the power of a thought altogether beyond her； baffled her as it always did。 She could not follow his flights when he was in one of these uplifted moods。 She could only watch and wait until he returned again to the common ground of their daily love and companionship。
Brushing a quick tear from her eyes with an impatient sigh； she directed Malachi to go to Oliver's room and tell him he must get up at once； as she wanted him to carry a message of importance。 She had herself rapped at her son's door as she passed on her way downstairs； and Malachi had already paid two visits to the same portalone with Oliver's shoes and one on his own account。 He had seen his mistress's anxiety； and knowing that his young master had come in late the night before； had mistaken the cause； charging Mrs。 Horn's perturbation to Oliver's account。 The only response Oliver had made to either of his warnings had been a smothered yawn and a protest at being called at daylight。 On his third visit Malachi was more insistent； the hall…clock by that time having struck nine。
〃Ain't you out'en dat bed yit； Marse Oliver？ Dis yere's de third time I been yere。 Better git up； yo' ma's gittin' onres'less。〃
〃Coming； Mally。 Tell mother I'll be down right away；〃 called Oliver； springing out of bed。 Malachi stepped softly downstairs again； bowed low to his mistress； and with a perfectly straight face said：
〃He's mos' ready； mistis。 Jes' a…breshin' ob his ha'r when I opened de do'。 Spec' Marse Oliver overslep' hisse'f； or maybe nobody ain't call him〃
He could not bear to hear the boy scolded。 He had begun to shield his young master in the days when he carried him on his shoulder； and he would still shade the truth for him whenever he considered necessity required it。
When Oliver at last came downstairs it was by means of the hand…rail as a slide； a dash through the hall and a bound into the breakfast…room； followed by a joyous good…morning； meeting his mother's 〃How could you be so late； my boy；〃 without any defence of his conduct； putting one hand under her chin and the other around her neck； and kissing her where her white hair parted over her forehead。
Malachi waited an instant； breathing freer when he found that his statement regarding Oliver's toilet had passed muster； and then shuffled off to the kitchen for hot waffles and certain other comforting viands that Aunt Hannah； the cook； had kept hot for her young master； Malachi's several reports having confirmed her suspicions that Oliver； as usual； would be half an hour late。
〃What a morning； motherkins；〃 Oliver cried。 〃Such a sky； all china…blue and white。 Oh； you just ought to see how fine the old church looms up behind the trees。 I'm going to paint that some day； from my window。 Dad had his breakfast？〃 and he glanced at the empty seat and plate。 〃Sausage； eh？ Mally； got any for me？〃 and he dragged up his chair beside her； talking all the time as he spread his napkin and drew the dishes toward him。
He never once noticed her anxious face； he was so full of his own buoyant happiness。 She did not check his enthusiasm。 This breakfast…hour alone with her boyhe was almost always later than Richard was the happiest of the day。 But her heart was too heavy this morning to enjoy it。 Instead of listening with her smile of quiet satisfaction； answering him now and then with a gayety of humor which matched his own； she was conscious only of the waiting for an opportunity to break into his talk with out jarring upon his mood。 At last； with a hesitating emphasis that would have alarmed anyone less wrapped in his own content than her son； she said：
〃Ollie； when you finish your breakfast I want you； on your way to Judge Ellicott's office； to stop at Colonel Clayton's and ask him to be good enough to come and see me as soon as he can on a little matter of business。 Tell him I will keep him but a minute。 If you hurry； my son； you'll catch him before he leaves the house。〃
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