“I wonder what they can want of Colonel Conrad?” mused the clerk, staring after them.
After discussing the matter, Carlos and Leonard determined not to visit their uncle until the next morning. So, after spending an hour in rambling about town, and by the shore of the bay, they returned to the hotel and retired at an early hour.
The next morning they set out for Colonel Conrad’s residence. The walk was dusty at first, but soon merged into a pleasant avenue, shaded on either side by ancient and noble trees. Then there was a gentle ascent, a slope downward, and a short distance farther, situated on a rise of ground, was Elm Grove, the residence of Colonel Conrad.
The heart of Carlos beat nervously, his step was hurried, and his motions were quick. Not so with Leonard. Hewas cool and composed, and, as the two passed through the open gate, and up the broad gravel walk, he said:
“Come, now pick up courage. Think of your father, be a man, and defend him from insult, whoever it comes from.”
The words had their desired effect. A look of resolution came into Carlos’ face, which Leonard regarded with satisfaction.
They ascended the steps and rang the door-bell.
A servant appeared.
“Is Colonel Conrad at home?” asked Carlos.
“I think he is,” replied the servant. “Shall I take your names?”