The feeling in his tone, the display of sentiment so
at variance with my old notion of him, touched me in
spite of myself. There was a characteristic nobility and
dignity in his plan; it was worthy of him. And I had
never loved him as now, when he finished this appeal,
and turned away to the window, gazing out upon the
somber woodland.
"Mr. Donovan is ready to go, sir," announced Bates
at the door, and we went into the library, where Larry
and Stoddard were waiting.