In the morning sun, as indeed under
all other lights and at all other hours, this scene was one of
satisfying beauty. Behind the row of houses at the western
edge of the plain, the hills rose up, green and wooded, height
above height; and an old fortification stood out now under the
eastern illumination, picturesque and grey, high up among
them. As Dr. Sandford and I were silent and looking, I saw
another grey figure pass down the road.
"Who are those people that wear grey, with a black stripe down
the leg?" I asked.
"Grey?" said the doctor. "Where?"
"There is one yonder under the trees," I said, "and there was
one in the omnibus yesterday. Are those the cadets?"
"I suppose so."
"Then Preston wears that dress. I wonder how I shall find him,
Dr. Sandford?"
"Find whom?" said the doctor, waking up.
"My cousin Preston — Preston Gary. He is here."
"Here?" repeated the doctor.
"Yes — he is a cadet — didn't you know it? He has been here a
long while; he has only one more year, I believe.
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