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Had our lordship in-bye been sent a fostering in the old style, brought up to the chase and the sword and manly comportment, he would not have that wan cheek this day, and that swithering about what he must be at next!" "I had a touch of Glascow College myself." "Yes, yes," he answered quickly; "you had that, but by all accounts it did you no harm. You learned little of what they teach there."
Glascow was mistaken: she did not take it, having the idea that he would soon conclude that it would be wiser for him to read it than to let it stand idly on the shelf. "It would serve them both right," said Mr. Tolman to himself, "if somebody else should come and take it." But there was no one else among his subscribers who would even think of such a thing.
My mind was now thoroughly made up. "Can you spare me quarter of an hour at St. Bride's?" said I. "I have a little necessary business with Carlyle." "An hour, if you prefer," said he. "I do not seek to deny that the money for your seat is an object to me; and you could always get the first to Glascow with saddle-horses." "Well," said I, "I never thought to leave old Scotland."
I asked: 'Quel chemin doit on prendre pour aller chez Monsieur Amertone, dans l'ile d'Ineestreeneeche sur le lac Ave? That was quite plain, was not it?... Well, they only shook their heads till I gave them the address you had written for me, then of course they came out with 'All right, and a good deal besides which was of no consequence to me, and at last I am here 'all right. But why on earth do they spell Londres, London; Glascow, Glasgow; and Cantorbery, Canterbury?
The kilt was my wear when first I went to Glascow College, and many a St Mungo keelie, no better than myself at classes or at English language, made fun of my brown knees, sometimes not to the advantage of his headpiece when it came to argument and neifs on the Fleshers' Haugh. Pulling on my old breacan this morning in Elrigmore was like donning a fairy garb, and getting back ten years of youth.
"No," said he, "I suppose not. It is not every one who would care to study the higher mathematics of music, especially when treated as Dormstock treats the subject." "He seems to go into it pretty deeply," remarked Mr. Tolman, who had taken up the book. "At least, I should think so, judging from all these calculations, and problems, and squares, and cubes." "Indeed he does," said Glascow.
Tolman thought over this matter a good deal, and at last determined to mention it to Glascow. When he did so, the young man colored, and expressed the opinion that it would be of no use to think of such a thing. But it was evident from his manner and subsequent discourse that he had thought of it. Mr.
Tolman deferred taking steps toward getting an assistant until P. Glascow, the person in question, should make an appearance, and it was nearly time for the book to be brought in again. "If I get a boy now," thought Mr. Tolman, "Glascow will be sure to come and bring the book while I am out." In almost exactly two weeks from the date of the last renewal of the book, P. Glascow came in.
P. Glascow was in no hurry at all, and was very glad to have some quiet reading by a warm fire; and so Mr. Tolman left him, feeling perfectly confident that a man who had been allowed by the old lady to renew a book nine times must be perfectly trustworthy. When Mr. Tolman returned, the two had some further conversation in the corner by the little stove.
Tolman to Glascow, in the evening, "you may as well take the book along with you. She won't have it." But Glascow would do nothing of the kind. "No," he remarked, as he sat looking into the stove. "When I said I would let her have it, I meant it. She'll take it when she sees that it continues to remain in the library."
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