But oh, Peter, it seems so strange.

My boy grown into a tall gentleman with an eyeglass.

Nothing has happened to your eye ?" she cried, in sudden anxiety.
"No, no; I am just a little short-sighted, that is all," he mumbled, rather awkwardly.
He found it difficult to explain that he had travelled home with a distinguished man who had captivated his youthful fancy, and caused him to fall into a fit of hero-worship, and to imitate his idol as closely as possible.

Hence the eyeglass, and a few harmless mannerisms which temporarily distinguished Peter, and astonished his previous acquaintance.
But there was something else in Peter's manner, too, for the moment.
A new tenderness, which peeped through his old armour of sulky indifference; the chill armour of his boyhood, which had grown something too strait and narrow for him even now, and from which he would doubtless presently emerge altogether--but not yet.
Though Lady Mary laughed, she was trembling and shaken with emotion.
Peter came to the sofa and knelt beside her there, and she took his hand in both hers, and laid her face upon it, and they were very still for a few moments.
"Mother dear," said Peter presently, without looking at her, "coming home like this, and not finding my father here, makes me _realize_ for the first time--though it's all so long ago--what's happened." "My poor boy!" "Poor mother! You must have been terribly lonely all this time I've been away." "I've longed for your return, my darling," said Lady Mary.
Her tone was embarrassed, but Peter did not notice that.
"You see--I went away a boy, but I've come back a man, as you said just now," said Peter.
"You're still very young, my darling--not one-and-twenty," she said fondly.
"I'm older than my age; and I've been through a lot; more than you'd think, all this time I've been away.

I dare say it hasn't seemed so long to you, who've had no experiences to go through," he said simply.
She kissed him silently.
"Now just listen, mother dear," said Peter, firmly.