Till the west is east;
Blush it through the west.
Rosy is the west,
Rosy is the south,
Roses are her cheeks,
And a rose her mouth!”
He paused to turn over another page, and Mr. Hamilton spoke:
“Sir Harold, this is sufficient evidence to convince me that you cannot—must not remain here longer. Your place is in the great world beyond.”
“I am quite happy,” the young baronet replied. “You promised that I should suit my own inclinations.”
“Then I must withdraw that promise. Circumstances have arisen that render it imperative.”