“You may come right on. I wonder what you will be like after all these years since we cavorted over that campus. Yours fraternally,
“Richmond Briarley.”
What did Glenn care for slavery? His love for his profession would even up scores. Going among strangers had no depressing effect upon him. He was singularly fitted for that kind of thing. He believed that every soul should be alone a part of its existence, away from the sight, the touch of affection, and seek deeper self acquaintance and understanding. This was how he came to cultivate his passion to know and be something.
Now he was going to try his hand—his life was to be full of interest and effort, and all the training he had given to his faculties were to be exercised and tested. Esther joined him presently to go for their last ramble.
“You are to lead the way anywhere. I am with you to-day,” he said.
Glenn felt a subtle sadness at leaving her. This human study had been most interesting to him, nor would it be the least of his regrets for what must be given up. The others were finished, he had reached the last page.
During the stroll, Glenn told her that the professor had agreed to make the exchange he spoke of at Christmas.
“Now you are to promise me that you will keep up your art. Don’t let circumstances overwhelm you.”
“I couldn’t keep from trying to go on, if I wanted to, but when you get away you’ll forget about me.”
“I don’t think I shall.”