"He would make a depressing statue. I shall see you again in a
few minutes, at dinner. Thank you--Uncle."
She left Captain Elisha in a curious state of mind. Against his will he
had been forced to accept thanks and credit which, he believed, did not
rightfully belong to him. It was the only thing to do, and yet it seemed
almost like disloyalty to Malcolm Dunn. This troubled him, but the
trouble was, just then, a mere pinhead of blackness against the radiance
of his spirit.
His brother's daughter had, for the first time, called him uncle.
CHAPTER X
"Captain Warren," asked Caroline, as they were seated at the breakfast
table next morning, "what are your plans for to-day?"
Captain Elisha put down his coffee cup and pulled his beard
reflectively. Contrary to his usual desire since he came to the
apartment to live, he was in no hurry to finish the meal. This breakfast
and the dinner of the previous evening had been really pleasant. He had
enjoyed them. His niece had not called him uncle again, it is true, and
perhaps that was too much to be expected as yet, but she was cheerful
and even familiar. They talked as they ate, and he had not been made to
feel that he was the death's head at the feast. The change was marked
and very welcome.
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