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They reached the open street, where Macfarlane shook hands and went his way, promising to call on Errington as soon as Thelma should be again at home. "He's turned out quite a fine fellow," said Lorimer, when he had gone. "I should never have thought he had so much in him. He has become a philanthropist." "I fancy he's better than an ordinary philanthropist," replied Philip.
She was much happier, he could see, and he was convinced that Jack was in some way responsible for the change, but it was all a mystery yet. "Three of us!" MacFarlane repeated mechanically "well, who is the other, Puss?" "Why, Jack, of course! Who else could it be but Jack? Oh! Daddy! Please please we love each other so!"
Soon the fragrance of steaming coffee arose and mingled itself with the resinous odors of the surrounding pine-trees, while Macfarlane distinguished himself by catching a fine salmon trout in a quiet nook of the rushing river, and this Duprez cooked in a style that would have done honor to a cordon bleu.
The meeting over, Morris and Jack dined with MacFarlane and again the distinguished architect won Ruth's heart by the charm of his personality, she telling Jack the next day that he was the only OLD MAN fifty was old for Ruth she had ever seen with whom she could have fallen in love, and that she was not sure after all but that Jack was too young for her, at which there was a great scrimmage and a blind-man's-buff chase around the table, up the front stairs and into the corner by the window, where she was finally caught, smothered in kisses and made to correct her arithmetic.
Next day Macfarlane was absent from the class, and Fettes smiled to himself as he imagined him still squiring the intolerable Gray from tavern to tavern. As soon as the hour of liberty had struck he posted from place to place in quest of his last night's companions. He could find them, however, nowhere; so returned early to his rooms, went early to bed, and slept the sleep of the just.
"All right; listen: something worse than an hour ago the governor, his private secretary, Guilford, Hawk and Halkett started out on a special train to go to Gaston." "What for?" interrupted the editor. "To meet Judge MacFarlane, Mr. Semple Falkland, and the Overland officials. You can guess what was to be done?" "Sure.
Hicks, who, discovering it to be sealed, forwarded it at once, and by the same hand, to the MacFarlane house, known now to everybody as the temporary headquarters, especially in the day time, of the young superintendent who was going to marry the daughter "and there ain't a nicer, nor a better, nor a prettier."
I never keep anything from daddy." MacFarlane came sauntering in, his strong, determined, finely cut features illumined by a cheery smile. He had squared things with himself while he had been dressing: "Hard lines, Henry, isn't it?" he had asked of himself, a trick of his when he faced any disaster like the present. "Better get Ruth off somewhere, Henry, don't you think so?
"No not always!" he said, shaking his head gloomily as he contemplated a crumb on the table. "I know many who have not been so! There was Sandy Macfarlane, who started to America to try his fortune, and he was drowned; and Archibald Leith, he was murdered! And poor Willie Dunbleeze and Maitland Macfreeze they fell into bad courses, and went the way of all such!"
Oblige us, Miss Macfarlane," he added, turning to Irene, "by reading the letter in full." "This sheet," explained Irene, "is, in fact, but a part of a letter. The first sheets are missing, so we don't know who it was addressed to; but it is signed, at the end, by the initials 'E. de V." "The ambassador!" cried Hathaway, caught off his guard by surprise.
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