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"What do you intend to do now?" he asked. "Oh, I shall find plenty to do. Don't you worry about that," I answered. "Oh, but this is all rot," said he, picking up the plate. "Come along upstairs and let us see where we stand." We filed off once more, he leading with the huge brass "Dr. Munro" under his arm; then the little woman, and then this rather perturbed and bemuddled young man.
Man, if you could only see it, there's a fringe of squinting millionaires sitting ten deep round the whole continent with their money in their hands waiting for an oculist. Eh, Munro, what? By Crums, I'll come back and I'll buy Bradfield, and I'll give it away as a tip to a waiter." "You propose to settle in some large city, then?" "City! What use would a city be to me?
Munro was willing that his niece should become the wife of the outlaw, and barely willing to consent even to this; but for anything less than this base as he was he would sooner have braved every issue with the ruffian, and perished himself in defence of the girl's virtue. He had his pride of family, strange to say, though nursed and nestled in a bosom which could boast no other virtue.
Words were not to be wasted without corresponding fruits, though the colloquy began, on the part of Munro, in terms of the most accredited courtesy. "Well, George Dexter, a pleasant morning to you in your new accommodations. I see you have learned to make yourself perfectly at home when you visit your neighbors." "Why, thank you, Wat I generally do, I reckon, as you know of old.
As Rivers spoke, Munro drew forth his pistols and looked carefully at the priming. The sharp click of the springing steel, as the pan was thrown open, now fully aroused Lucy to that consciousness which had been only partial in the greater part of this dialogue.
The younger, Edgar Munro, the father of Lucy, grew prosperous in business for a season at least and, until borne down by a rush of unfavorable circumstances, he spared neither pains nor expense in the culture of the young mind of that daughter whose fortunes are now somewhat before us.
Munro writes: "That the disputed objects are amusing playthings the sportive productions of idle wags who inhabited the various sites seems to be the most recent opinion which finds acceptance among local antiquaries. The genuine undisputed relics, according to Dr. Thus Dr.
Munro lives in one of those desirable tenements, and is growing rich and famous day by day. Mr. Craven has retired from practice, and taken a place in the country, where he is bored to death though he professes himself charmed with the quiet. Helena and I have always been town-dwellers.
Hugh Andrew Johnstone Munro, a native of Elgin, where he was born in 1819, a Shrewsbury boy and a scholar and fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge, who became Professor of Latin there in 1869 and died in 1882, was an incomparably greater verbal scholar than Conington, and may fairly be said to have taken up the torch of Bentley and Porson.
How's it, 'squire you an't hurt, I reckon? I hope not; if you are, I'll have a shot with Rivers myself on the spot." But Munro interposed: "We have had enough outcry, Forrester. Let us have no more. Take this young man along with you, or it will be worse for him." "Well, Wat Munro, all the 'squire wants is fair play fair play for both of us, and we'll take the field, man after man.
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