This limitation of his chances caused Graham so little solicitude that
he was soon sleeping soundly.



CHAPTER IV

WARNING OR INCENTIVE?

The next morning proved that the wound which Major St. John had
received in the Mexican War was a correct barometer. From a leaden,
lowering sky the rain fell steadily, and a chilly wind was fast
dismantling the trees of their blossoms. The birds had suspended their
nest-building, and but few had the heart to sing.

"You seem to take a very complacent view of the dreary prospect
without," Mrs. Mayburn remarked, as Graham came smilingly into the
breakfast-room and greeted her with a cheerful note in his tones.
"Such a day as this means rheumatism for me and an aching leg for
Major St. John."

"I am very sorry, aunt," he replied, "but I cannot help remembering
also that it is not altogether an ill wind, for it will blow me over
into a cosey parlor and very charming society--that is, if Miss St.
John will give me a little aid in entertaining her father."

"So we old people don't count for anything."

"That doesn't follow at all. I would do anything in my power to banish