CHAPTER VII.
WITHIN AND WITHOUT.
If the gentleman is not born in a man, it can not be bred in him.

If it is born in him, it can not be bred out of him.

August Wehle had inherited from his mother the instinct of true gentlemanliness.

And now, when Andrew relapsed into silence and abstraction, he did not attempt to rouse him, but bidding him goodnight, with his own hands threw the rope-ladder out the window and started up the hollow toward home.

The air was sultry and oppressive, the moon had been engulfed, and the first thunder-cloud of the spring was pushing itself up toward the zenith, while the boughs of the trees were quivering with a premonitory shudder.
But August did not hasten.