The month I was to spend at home sped
swiftly away, and we all made the most of each passing day. Charley Gray
seemed so cheerful and happy that I began to hope he had outgrown that
jealous and unhappy temper which had formerly been so characteristic
of him; but in this I was mistaken as I soon had abundant cause to
realize. That serpent in his bosom was not dead, but only slumbered
till aroused by some slight provocation. We were one evening engaged in
a long and familiar conversation, he related many incidents connected
with his school-life, and I also spoke of many things concerning my home
in Montreal; among others I mentioned Robert Dalton, and spoke of the
friendship between us which began at Fulton Academy and which was so
pleasingly renewed in the city of Montreal. I had for the moment
forgotten Charley's peculiar and exclusive nature, and dwelt at
considerable length on the good qualities of my absent friend, till
checked by the dark frown which suddenly gathered upon Charley's
countenance, and the angry flash which shot from his eyes.
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