He was a frequent guest of Mrs. Osborn, and, as the weeks went on, whisperings and knowing looks began to be exchanged among the people. Captain Osborn appeared to grow more silent as Doctor Avondale's attentions to his wife increased. He applied himself closely to his banking affaire during business hours, and every morning and every evening he gave himself up to the companionship of his boy.
One day in speaking of his son to Hugh, he said, "That little fellow was born to be great. He daily gives evidence of his wonderful innate scope of mind. When he grows up he will plan what other men dare not do, and he will execute what other men dare not even plan."
"He is a remarkable boy," Hugh replied, and mentally concluded the boy's greatness would be inherited from his father.
"He may have vices as dazzling as his virtues," continued his father, "and, doubtless, far more picturesque; but if it should be so, I shall forgive him, for truly great characters are seldom found without some thread of weakness. The weakness, however, may be overcome by gentleness and good advice--never by harshness." They were seated in Captain Osborn's private office at the bank during this conversation.
"I dare say he will be a great comfort to you when he reaches manhood's years," replied Hugh.
"He is now," said the father, "and I tremble sometimes at the thought of his ever growing away from me." Somehow, the old captain's voice always became husky when he spoke of his boy, and Hugh determined to change the subject of conversation.
"By the way, Captain," said he, "I called on Major Hampton last evening, and was delightfully entertained."
"How does it come that you do not call at the Hortons' any more?" asked the captain, turning around in his chair and facing Hugh.
Hugh reddened a little. "Oh, I fancy they are kept busy entertaining Doctor Avondale," replied Hugh.
"Lord Avondale," corrected the captain. "My wife tells me that he received a cablegram, forwarded by mail from Dodge City, advising him of his brother's death, and thus the doctor succeeds to the family titles and estates. Better be careful, Hugh," he went on, jestingly, "or you will let this English lord carry away--not only an heiress, but one of the loveliest girls in the world. I have never known any one who could even play with Cupid without receiving a scratch on the heart--or inflicting one."