For Dan, when I met him, I hardly existed, but that might have been so in any case, as we had never been really intimate. Recently he had been working with English naval officers and had taken on their manners and form of speech.
"Hello, old dear. Top-hole to see you looking so fit. I say, where can I find a barber? Got a mane on me like a lion."
That was our greeting, and the extent to which our confidences went. He sailed for Hampton Roads without a word as to my adventures.
This he did, I am sure, in a spirit of kindness. They were all moved by the spirit of kindness, and the axiom of the less said the better. I confess that I was mystified by this forbearance, and a little hurt. Though I had been a fool, I had not been a traitor; yet every one treated me as one. I should never have spoken of my two years of aberration of my own accord; yet when all avoided the subject, as if it opened the cupboard of the family dishonor, I resented the implication.
It was Tom Cantley with whom I was most at ease, perhaps because he was not a blood relation. A big, genial, boresome fellow, he found me useful as a listener. His rambling accounts of the doings and shortcomings of the War Trade Board, and what he would have accomplished there if given a free hand, I pretended to follow, because it left me free to pursue my own thoughts. As he never asked for comments on my part, being content when he could dribble out his own, the plan worked well.
And yet it was Tom who awakened me to the true meaning of my situation. That was on the day we left Washington, in the station, as Vio and I were about to take our train. Vio was ahead with Minna, when Tom suddenly clutched me by the arm.
"Say, old sport; what about clubs? Boston clubs I mean. I suppose you’re a member of the Shawmut and the Beacon Hill just as before you went away. No action has ever been taken in the matter as far as I’ve heard. But I wouldn’t press the point, if I were you, not for a while yet. Later ... when everything blows over ... we can ... we can see."
I nodded speechlessly. It was the most significant thing that had been said to me yet.
"Yes," I assented, weakly. "When everything blows over we can see."
What I saw at the minute was that if I attempted to resume my membership in either of my clubs there would be opposition. My case was as grave as that; though why it should be I hadn’t an adequate idea. Annoyed hitherto, I became deeply troubled and perplexed.