"In short, I doubt if the
angels are so good-looking!"
"The auld pagan's a fine scholar," added Macfarlane meditatively. "He
corrected me in a bit o' Latin."
"Did he, indeed?" And Lorimer laughed indolently. "I suppose you think
better of him now, Sandy?"
Sandy made no reply, and as Errington persisted in turning the
conversation away from the merits or demerits of their recent guests,
they soon entered on other topics. But that night, before retiring to
rest, Lorimer laid a hand on his friend's shoulder, and said quietly,
with a keen look--
"Well, old man, have you made up your mind? Have I seen the future Lady
Bruce-Errington?"
Sir Philip smiled,--then, after a brief pause, answered steadily--
"Yes, George, you have! That is,--if I can win her!"
Lorimer laughed a little and sighed. "There's no doubt about that,
Phil." And eyeing Errington's fine figure and noble features musingly,
he repeated again thoughtfully--"No doubt about that, my boy!" Then
after a pause he said, somewhat abruptly, "Time to turn in--good night!"
"Good night, old fellow!" And Errington wrung his hand warmly, and left
him to repose.
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