“Oh, Coll! Oh, my dear Coll!” and the next moment Coll kissed her.
“Thou hast made thyself so handsome––just to please me!”
“Yes, for thee! Who else is there? Do I please thee now?”
“Always thou pleases me! But tonight, I have fallen in love with thee over again!”
“And yet Thora wanted me to wear my kirk suit,” and he walked to the glass and looked with great satisfaction at himself. “I think this suit is more becoming.”
“My dear Coll, thou art right. A good blue flannel suit is a man’s natural garment. To everyone, rich and poor, it is becoming. If thou always dressed as thou art now dressed, I should never have the heart or spirit to contradict thee. Thou could have thy own way, year in and year out.”
“Is that the truth, my dear Rahal? Or is it a compliment?”
“It is the very truth, dear one!”
“From this hour, then, I will dress to thy wish and pleasure.”
She stepped quickly to his side and whispered: “In that case, there will not be in all Scotland a 27 more distinguished and proper man than Conall Ragnor!”