So Magnus began.
"Smith, J., 2d; Jones, L.; Devius, E.; Smith, T. A.; Marston, Kindred——"
"That's the man!" broke in Mr. Wayne; "Charlemagne Kindred. And you say he is here still?"
"Oh, yes, he's here," said Magnus, with a half groan.
"Doing well?"
"Doing all sorts of ways. He is just back from furlough, and as blue as a mouldy cheese."
"Back from furlough! Ah, then he has seen his mother again. That ought to cure him of doing 'all sorts of ways.' Where does he stand in his class?"
"Oh, he keeps out of the Immortals," said Magnus with a shrug. "Might max it oftener, if he didn't read so many magazines and write so many letters."
"Letters, hey? These 'left behind' girls have a good deal to answer for. And yet such a trust as a woman's life and happiness, ought to steady any man, and put him at his best."
"He has four just such trusts," said Magnus. "I don't know that they'd all die if he went to the bad, but two of them would."