“What a strange whim!” remarked Norman, when Hamilton had left them, after shortly expressing his thanks.
“What can he mean, Norman?” said Trevannion. “This is his own, too.”
“Perhaps some new way of trying to make up an old quarrel,” said Norman, sneeringly.
“I don't think so,” replied Trevannion; “he would not have tried so odd a plan—no, there's something deeper than that.”
“Are the histories alike?” asked Norman.
“I believe so,” answered Trevannion; “if there's any advantage, I am sure to have it, at any rate.”
“You have a very high opinion of him.”
“Very,” said Trevannion. “If Hamilton did mean this to make up our quarrel, I am sure I shall be willing.”
“Upon my word,” said Norman, “this is dignity.”
Trevannion made no answer, for something had attracted his attention on the opposite side of the playground.