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And beautiful she is, _mon Dieu!_ . . . beyond all comparison!"
Lorimer was silent, so was Macfarlane. After a pause Duprez spoke again.
"And do you know, _cher_ Lorimer, when our Phil-eep will marry?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," returned Lorimer. "I know he's engaged,
that's all."
Suddenly Macfarlane broke into a chuckling laugh.
"I say, Lorimer," he said, with his deep-set, small grey eyes sparkling
with mischief. "'Twould be grand fun to see auld Dyceworthy's face when
he hears o't. By the Lord! He'll fall to cursin' an' swearin' like ma
pious aunt in Glasgie, or that auld witch that cursed Miss Thelma
yestreen!"
"An eminently unpleasant old woman _she_ was!" said Lorimer musingly. "I
wonder what she meant by it!"
"She meant, _mon cher_," said Duprez airily, "that she knew herself to
be ugly and venerable, while Mademoiselle was youthful and
ravishing,--it is a sufficient reason to excite profanity in the mind of
a lady!"
"Here comes Errington!" said Macfarlane, pointing to the approaching
boat that was coming swiftly back from the Gueldmars' pier.


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