Heard the popping of guns last night and this morning, nevertheless . . . Two young men who had borrowed my boat the other day returned from the riverside through Channing’s yard, quietly. It was almost the only way for them. But as they passed out his gate, C. boorishly walked out his house behind them in his shirt-sleeves, and shut his gate behind them as if to shut them out. It was just that sort of behavior which, if he had met with it in Italy, or France, he would have complained of, whose meanness he would have condemned.