The sincerity of the latter was expressive in the humorous and hearty congratulations showered upon the genial host.
"Trevelyan, old boy, you are a mighty fine specimen of the old school! Egad, what would the Frederictonians say could they look in upon you now," exclaimed the incorrigible Charles, with the ruling passion uppermost, while he threw himself upon an easy chair in a free and jovial manner.
"I am inclined to think that they would not be favorably impressed with such a wholesale exhibition were each one to repeat the same performance as yourself," retorted Mr.Howe, assuming an air of nonchalance.
"Ah, I see how it is with my honored friend," once more ventured Captain Douglas, "he already is maturing plans to place me at disadvantage before I have fairly secured entrance to Trevelyan Hall; but," added the speaker, with an air of playful menace, "old chap the tables may turn, as they did many a time in Fredericton." Much as Mr.Howe regarded his friend, Charles Douglas, he wished that the last remark had not been made.

Though it were said with the ease of unconscious and humorous gaiety, the quick glance of the secretary saw the instant effect.

This was the only point on which he remained reticent to his bosom friend.

They had been together for years.

They had grown from childhood together, yet Captain Trevelyan's secret must remain a secret.