Now they were to have visitors at night and a mysterious stranger was there.

He felt dimly the advance of great events.
Harry Kenton was a normal and healthy boy, but the discussions, the debates, and the passions sweeping over the Union throughout the year had sifted into Pendleton also.

The news today had merely struck fire to tinder prepared already, and, infused with the spirit of youth, he felt much excitement but no depression.

Making a careful toilet he descended to the drawing room a little before the regular time.
Although he was early, his father was there before him, standing in his customary attitude with his back to the hearth, and his hands clasped behind him.
"Our guest will be down in a few minutes," said Colonel Kenton.

"He comes from Charleston and his name is Raymond Louis Bertrand.