“Well, well. And so the man Whimple goes abroad with you?”
“I would not part with him for a fortune. Sir David Blythewood offered to take him into his service, but——”
“Ah! I hear that gentleman’s half-sister is pledged to a coronet?”
“She will bring it lustre.”
He rose, and the attorney with him. The old grey eyes of the latter looked kindlily over their glasses.
“And what are your plans?” said he.
“To travel for a year, maybe, while our garden is maturing.”
“The garden that is in the green hollow out of the world? God make it fruitful for you. And is Lady Linne pleased with her new-found title?”
“She is a woman of very women, sir; and all grace I offer her is but repayment of a loan of her own advancing.”
“Well, indeed; you are very much in love.”