“That will answer. Have your baggage ready, and let it be compact as possible. I’ll call for you at your room at quarter to nine. Vance goes with us.”
“Is it possible? I supposed him an ultra Secessionist.”
“He has a stronger personal cause than even you to strike at slavery.”
“Can that be? Well, he shall find me no tame ally. Do you know, Charles, you resemble him personally?”
“Yes, there’s good reason for it. We are cousins.”
Onslow’s heart was too full to comment on the reply. He took up the strands of hair, kissed them fervently, and placed them with his father’s letter in a little silk watch-bag, which he pinned inside of his vest just over his heart.
“If ever my new faith should falter,” he said, “here are the mementos that will revive it. God! Did I need all this for my reformation?”
“Be firm,—be prudent, my friend,” said Kenrick. “And now good by till we meet again.”
Onslow pressed Kenrick’s proffered hand, and replied, “You shall find me punctual.”