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and have it over," returned the young man, with the princely indifference he affected. His father did not dissent. As well in Europe as here, or anywhere. As for Jack, he was quite as much out of his reach as if the ocean already rolled between. They used to pass each other quietly, nodding if they came face to face, but often evading any kind of recognition. Was the old regard dead? Fred smiled rather pityingly on the boy who had been so blinded in his first love. "I used to think him such a hero, because he once thrashed a boy in my behalf," mused the young man. "And how I used to fly at the girls, who were always looking at the feet of clay my idol possessed! How I _did_ coax him to go to college!" and Fred gave a little rippling laugh. "I must admit that he has good common sense,--he has found his place, and keeps it. There could be nothing between us now, of course. My lines lie in such different ways." No moan for a lost ideal under all that self-complacency. Jack Darcy took the defection in good part. He did see the utter incongruity of keeping up even the semblance of the old dream. But, where Fred had made dozens of new friends, Jack had admitted no one to his vacant shrine. He liked, even now, to recall those old hours, so bright and gay with childish whims and frolics. And he did envy Fred, just a little, that ramble over Europe. Would it be a ramble? It was Jack's turn to smile. Would it not be bits and pictures seen through coach-windows, rather than getting close to Nature's heart? No, that would not suit _him_. And so glided by two more years. De Woolfe Lawrence--he had dropped the initial now--returned home in a still higher state of cultivation, and quite as undecided as to his future career. A life of leisure and _belles-lettres_ looked the most tempting to him. He had read up a little in medicine, but the practice would not please his fastidious inclinations. Law had its objections. In fact, Mr. Lawrence had dropped into that dilettante state into which extreme cultivation, without genius or ambition, is apt to drift its possessor. He was nearing twenty-four now,--handsome, aristocratic, the pride of his family, and the distraction of young women in general. Invitations were showered upon him, and the delicate flattery society loves to use, ministered to his vanity. Meanwhile what of Jack? He had improved considerably through these years. The rough angularity of twenty had soften
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