from I.A.In memory of the Hill of Stars.' I looked appreciatively at the binding, and as soon as possible put it down.
'He was not bound to tell me,' Dora asserted presently, in reply to my statement that the mare had somehow picked up a nail in the stable, and was laid up.
'You have been very good to him,' I said.

'I think he was.' 'His reticence was due,' she continued, as if defying contradiction, 'to a simple dislike to bore one with his personal affairs.' 'Was it ?' I assented.

My tone acknowledged with all humility that she was likely to know, and I did not deserve her doubtful glance.
'He could not certainly,' she went on, with firmer decision, 'have been in the least ashamed of his connection with Kauffer.' 'He comes from a country where social distinctions are less sharp than they are in this idiotic place,' I observed.
'Oh, if you think it is from any lack of recognition! His sensitiveness is beyond reason.

He has met two or three men in the Military Department here--he was aware of the nicest shade of their patronage.

But he does not care.