Chapter 35
A TALK WITH CHARLEY. The following Monday, in the evening, Charley arrived, in great spirits, more excited indeed than I liked to see him. There was a restlessness in his eye which made me especially anxious, for it raised a doubt whether the appearance of good spirits was not the result merely of resistance to some anxiety. But I hoped my companionship, with the air and exercise of the country, would help to quiet him again. In the late twilight we took a walk together up and down my field. 'I suppose you let your mother know you were coming, Charley?' I said. 'I did not,' he answered. 'My father must have nothing to lay to their charge in case he should hear of our meeting.' 'But he has not forbidden you to go home, has he?' 'No, certainly. But he as good as told me I was not to go
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