He looked at him with interest, not unmingled with some painful solicitude for the future.
"Percy!" exclaimed Major Pierson at last, when he was entirely satisfied that the young man was his brother, in spite of the uniform of blue he wore, though the gray had not yet come into extensive use.
"Lindley!" added the younger, evidently desiring to go no faster than the occasion might require of him.
"I am glad to see you back again," continued the major, without offering to take his hand.

"You deserted like a coward, and I have been ashamed of you ever since.

A young fellow like you, eighteen years old, who will not fight for his country, ought to lose the respect of even his own brother." "That is a pleasant greeting," replied Percy, with the suspicion of a sneer on his face.
"It is all that a coward deserves," replied Lindley severely.
"I am no coward, any more than you are," protested Percy.

"You know that father did not wish me to join the army, though I wished to do so." "I know that you wished to do so just as any other coward does,--over the left." "What could I do when father told me not to go to the war ?" "What could you do?
You could have gone! If you had not been a poltroon, you would have joined the first regiment that came in your way." "I never was in the habit of disobeying my father," pleaded the young agent.
"You were not?
You ran away to New Orleans last winter when your father told you not to go.

You came home from the academy when he told you to remain there.