So victory is not always to the strong.
'Oh, what a chap,' said Ross.
We spent a warm and pleasant hour talking birds, and fish, and rabbits, and the years slipped away and we were back again in the Hickley Woods—Ross, Miss Meg, and Sam.
After Brown had departed with the tea-cups, Ross said, 'Meg, do you think I'm weak?'
'Well, darling,' I replied, 'you are sure to feel so after fainting, but if you take care, you——'
'But I don't mean my body, Meg.'
'We are all sinners,' I said, 'but if you would like to see a clergyman in the morning, I'll——'
'How can you be so aggravating; I don't mean my soul, either. I want to talk about my Will.'
'I thought you had made it ages ago, but I'll wire for the lawyer in the morning.'
'Oh, Meg, how you do exasperate a chap.'