The prospect before him was that of a thwarted, blighted life.  He might live till he was gray, but in every waking moment he would remember that he had lost his chance for manly action, when such action would have brought him self-respect, very possibly happiness, and certainly the consciousness that he had served a cause which now enlisted all his sympathies.

At last he wrote to his mother an impassioned appeal to be released from his oath, assuring her that he would never have any part in the Southern empire that was the dream of her life.  He cherished the hope that she, seeing how unalterable were his feelings and purposes, would yield to him the right to follow his own convictions, and with this kindling hope his mind grew calmer.

Then, as reason began to assert itself, he saw that he had been absent from the city too long already.  His pride counselled:  “The world has no concern with your affairs, disappointments, or sufferings.  Be your father’s son, and maintain your position with dignity.  In a few short weeks you may be free.  If not, your secret is your own, and no living soul can gossip about your family affairs, or say that you betrayed your word or your family interests.  Meanwhile, in following the example of thousands of other rich and patriotic citizens, you can contribute more to the success of the Union cause than if you were in the field.”

He knew that this course might not secure him the favor of one for whom he would face every danger in the world, but it might tend to disarm criticism and give him the best chances for the future.

He at once carried out his new purposes, and early in June returned to his city home.  He now resolved no longer to shrink and hide, but to keep his own counsel, and face the situation like one who had a right to choose his own career.  Mr. Bodoin, his legal adviser, received the impression that he had been quietly looking after his country property, and the lawyer rubbed his bloodless hands in satisfaction over a youthful client so entirely to his mind.

Having learned more fully what his present resources were, Merwyn next called on Mr. Vosburgh at his office.  That gentleman greeted the young man courteously, disguising his surprise and curiosity.

“I have just returned from my country place,” Merwyn began, “and shall not have to go there very soon again, Can I call upon you as usual?”

“Certainly,” replied Mr. Vosburgh; but there was no warmth in his tone.

“I have also a favor to ask,” resumed Merwyn, with a slight deepening of color in his bronzed face.  “I have not been able to follow events very closely, but so far as I can judge there is a prospect of severe battles and of sudden emergencies.  If there is need of money, such means as I have are at your disposal.”

Even Mr. Vosburgh, at the moment, felt much of Marian’s repulsion as he looked at the tall youth, with his superb physique, who spoke of severe battles and offered “money.”  “Truly,” he thought, “she must be right.  This man will part with thousands rather than risk one drop of blood.”