There were moments when one could not
quite forget the swinging coat-tails of his evening attire, but on the
whole he was an interesting study, and I was much diverted.
"Dear little fellow!"--it was the Skeptic again. "How came they to let
him go to war--and he so young and tender?"
I exchanged observations with Mr. Hodgson after his final reading; I
can hardly say that I conversed with him, for our patchwork interview
could not deserve that name. At the same time I noted with interest the
Philosopher's expression as he and Mrs. Liscombe turned over a pile of
music. If I had not known him so well I should have been deceived by
that grave and interested air of his--a slight frown of concentrated
attention between his well-marked eyebrows--into thinking him deeply
impressed by the lady's dicta and by her somewhat dashing manner as she
delivered them. But, familiar of old with the quizzical expression which
at times could be discovered to underlie the exterior of charmed
absorption, I understood that the Philosopher was quietly and skilfully
classifying a new, if not a rare, specimen.
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