Contrary to Kate’s expectation, Falkner returned earlier than usual, and, taking the invalid’s arm, supported him in a more ambitious walk along the terrace before the house.  They were apparently absorbed in conversation, but the two women who observed them from the window could not help noticing the almost feminine tenderness of Falkner’s manner towards his wounded friend, and the thoughtful tenderness of his ministering care.

“I wonder,” said Mrs. Hale, following them with softly appreciative eyes, “if women are capable of as disinterested friendship as men?  I never saw anything like the devotion of these two creatures.  Look! if Mr. Falkner hasn’t got his arm round Mr. Lee’s waist, and Lee, with his own arm over Falkner’s neck, is looking up in his eyes.  I declare, Kate, it almost seems an indiscretion to look at them.”

Kate, however, to Mrs. Hale’s indignation, threw her pretty head back and sniffed the air contemptuously.  “I really don’t see anything but some absurd sentimentalism of their own, or some mannish wickedness they’re concocting by themselves.  I am by no means certain, Josephine, that Lee’s influence over that young man is the best thing for him.”

“On the contrary!  Lee’s influence seems the only thing that checks his waywardness,” said Mrs. Hale quickly.  “I’m sure, if anyone makes sacrifices, it is Lee; I shouldn’t wonder that even now he is making some concession to Falkner, and all those caressing ways of your friend are for a purpose.  They’re not much different from us, dear.”

“Well, I wouldn’t stand there and let them see me looking at them as if I couldn’t bear them out of my sight for a moment,” said Kate, whisking herself out of the room.  “They’re conceited enough, Heaven knows, already.”

That evening, at dinner, however, the two men exhibited no trace of the restraint or uneasiness of the previous day.  If they were less impulsive and exuberant, they were still frank and interested, and if the term could be used in connection with men apparently trained to neither self-control nor repose, there was a certain gentle dignity in their manner which for the time had the effect of lifting them a little above the social level of their entertainers.  For even with all their predisposition to the strangers, Kate and Mrs. Hale had always retained a conscious attitude of gentle condescension and superiority towards them—­an attitude not inconsistent with a stronger feeling, nor altogether unprovocative of it; yet this evening they found themselves impressed with something more than an equality in the men who had amused and interested them, and they were perhaps a little more critical and doubtful of their own power.  Mrs. Hale’s little girl, who had appreciated only the seriousness of the situation, had made her own application of it.  “Are you dow’in’ away from aunt Kate and mamma?” she asked, in an interval of silence.

“How else can I get you the red snow we saw at sunset, the other day, on the peak yonder?” said Lee gayly.  “I’ll have to get up some morning very early, and catch it when it comes at sunrise.”