A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright
Conversed as they sat on the green.
Alonzo the brave was the name of this knight:
The damsel, the fair Imogene.
—Lewis.
One of the mild amusements of this spring for Magnus was watching Rig. For Mr. McLean had fallen in love. Not deeply, for that implies certain other depths—or hopelessly, for there was every likelihood that he would get out again all safe; but unmanageably. Unutterably, Rig called it, and Magnus unendurably.
So the young man mooned over photographs, sported (in his room) an end of pink riband; tumbled his hair all he could, and went down in everything.
"I say, Rig!" Magnus admonished him one night, "keep out of the 'immortals,' whatever else you do."
"I cannot do much of anything," Rig answered mournfully.
"Well, I'd try, if I died in the effort," said Magnus. "Bone chevrons; your charmer has a quick eye for them."
"She has a quick eye for everything."
"Wearing bell buttons." But Rig did not heed him.
"Confess, Kin, you never saw such eyes."
"Only about five hundred and forty times, when I used to go cat-fishing. Ever notice catfish eyes, Rig?"