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Updated: September 29, 2025
So, hardly crediting my happiness, I went southwards over the Bridges, with Irma by my side, my heart beating so rarely that I declare I could hardly bethink me of a minister to make me sure of Irma before she had time to change her mind. As was usual at that hour at the Surgeon's Hall, we met Freddy Esquillant coming from the direction of Simon Square.
Jo had not time, however, for Agnes Anne had a strong imagination, coupled with a highly nervous organization. She laughed out suddenly, in the middle of a solemn Horatian hush, a wild, hysterical laugh, which brought my father to his feet, broad awake in a second. The class gazed open-mouthed, the pale face of Fred Esquillant alone twitching responsively.
I had gone forth to conquer the world for the sake of a faithless girl though, again, I had not even done quite that, seeing that Freddy Esquillant bade fair to beat me in all the classes except, perhaps, in the Mathematic, for which he had no taste. But the principle was the same. Then she went to my grandmother, who prescribed senna tea, which she brewed and stood by till I had drunk.
My father had Fred Esquillant in with him, and the two were busy with Sophocles. I was sitting dreaming with a book of old plays in my hand when Agnes Anne came in. "Duncan," she said, "I am feared to bide this night at Marnhoul. And I think so is Miss Irma. Now I would rather not tell grandmother so you must come!"
Fred Esquillant was always in time, easy, quiet, letting nothing interfere with his duty. But for me I was not built so. I watched for adventure and followed it. The dog I had met yesterday looked not in vain for a pat. A girl waved a kerchief to the student passing with the books under his arm. She did not know me, nor I her.
The classics and Fred Esquillant were enough for him at the moment.
My father was glad and triumphant confident that, though never the scholar Freddie Esquillant was bound to be, I was yet stronger in the more material parts of learning those which most pleased the ordinary run of regents and professors.
After that I went down to see Fred Esquillant, who listened with sad yet brilliant eyes to my tangled tale. "You are the lucky one," I said, "to have nothing to do with the lasses. See what trouble they lead you into." He broke out suddenly. "Be honest, Duncan," he said, "if you must boast! If you are bound to lie, let it not be to me. You would not have it otherwise.
But what Freddy Esquillant said about the next generation was unworthy of him, and certainly shall not sully this philosophic page. Besides, he spake in his haste.
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