Aubrey returned home late on the Sunday evening; and Leonard set off to walk part of the way with him in the dusk, but ended by coming the whole distance, for the twilight opened their lips in this renewal of old habits.
'It is all right to be walking together again,' said Aubrey, warmly; 'though it is not like those spring days.'
'I've thought of them every Sunday.'
'And what are you going to do now, old fellow?'
'I don't know.'
'I hear Bramshaw is going to offer you to come into his office. Now, don't do that, Leonard, whatever you do!'
'I don't know.'
'You are to have all your property back, you know, and you could do much better for yourself than that.'
'I can't tell till I have heard from my brother.'
'But, Leonard, promise me now—you'll not go out and make a Yankee of yourself.'