Dorothy was not like Reverdy, nor was she like Sarah.  If she had only been!  A pathos was on me in this walk.  The wind was blowing.  The forest trees murmured like agitated water.  The moon sailed high, and Dorothy walked by my side and talked.  There was an evident struggle in her to bring me to her, to evoke the old ardor which had reached for her.  But we returned to Reverdy’s at last, and there had been no touch of hands, no tenderness.  She stood momentarily at the gate.  I gave her my hand, and with an impassive goodnight, she turned to the door and I went my way.

Then regret came over me.  Had I wounded her?  And if I had, could I win her back?  Did I wish to?  I could not entirely bring myself to relinquish Dorothy for good.  But did I really care for Abigail?  I took out her letter and began to read it again in order to clear my thoughts:  “Dear James:  You must be beginning to perceive that day by day you are accomplishing certain things and thus forming your life.  I admire greatly the way you took hold of the farm and the success that you have had with it; and I admire too the loyalty with which you have stood by your duty.  Now I cannot help but urge you to come to Chicago.  I feel something of a draw at times to return to the East; but, on the other hand, this growing town has an increasing fascination for me.  It is already enlivened and bettered by many eastern people; and you would find a more interesting atmosphere than where you live now.  I think some of the southern people who have settled middle Illinois are as fine as any one I have ever known; but I do not like the habits and the principles that go along with the southern institutions.  If you could sell the farm you could use the money to make a very large fortune in Chicago.  The campaign has interested me very greatly; it has been riotous and colorful and full of extravagance.  There is no real truth in all this business.  It is the lesser reality of deals and bargains, wheedling, persuasion, and vote-getting.  And no one has the gift of specious logic and stump hypnotism better than Douglas.  To me he is one of the greatest of small men.  Have you read Emerson or Lowell yet?  Here are new men of real thoughtfulness whose minds are upon the truth which does not fade with passing events.  These questions about Texas and Oregon, about tariffs, about Whigs and Democrats, what are they but the cackle of the moment?  And yet there is something pathetic about Douglas.  Why does he not settle to the solid study and experiences of the law?  Why this catching at this and the other opportunity?  Mr. Williams says that Mr. Douglas has just accepted the Secretary of Stateship for Illinois.  What an absurd thing for a lawyer to do!  His career is so changeable, so flashy.  He leaves himself open to the charge of scheming, grabbing, all sorts of things, though all the while he may be doing the best he can.  Forgive my opinions, I love to express them to you.  I look upon you