I
had heard of him, of course, as Peter's new protege--indeed, the
old fellow had talked of nothing else, and so I was glad to renew
the acquaintance. I found him to be like all other young fellows
of his class--I had lived among his people, and knew--rather shy,
with a certain deferential air toward older people--but with the
composure belonging to unconscious youth--no fidgeting or fussing
--modest, unassertive--his big brown eyes under their heavy lashes
studying everything about him, his face brightening when you
addressed him. I discovered, too, a certain indefinable charm
which won me to him at once. Perhaps it was his youth; perhaps it
was a certain honest directness, together with a total lack of all
affectation that appealed to me, but certain it is that not many
minutes had passed before I saw why Peter liked him, and I saw,
too, why he liked Peter.
When I asked him--we had found three empty seats at a table--what
impressed him most in the club, it being his first visit, he
answered in his simple, direct way, that he thought it was the
note of good-fellowship everywhere apparent, the men greeting each
other as if they really meant it.
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