“I should have said the course he has pursued the whole winter.”
“What was that? I don’t like Lyon. I can not now. I all but hate him. But, still, I do not think him capable of doing anything dishonorable. He is too proud to do so, for one thing,” said Alick’s generous foe.
“Well, may be so. But I’d like to know what his ideas of honor are; or how he can honorably reconcile his position in respect to Miss Lyon with his relations to the little beauty at Cedarwood.”
“‘The little beauty at Cedarwood!’” echoed Dick, in astonishment.
“Yes, little Drusa!”
“Little Drusa—”
“Come, now, Dick, don’t you be Forestic, Murdochic, Wallackic, or tragic after any of these schools. They’re not in your line. So leave off echoing my words and staring at me.”
“But you said something about a girl that he has got hidden away at Cedarwood?”
“Yes, I did.”
“I don’t believe it!” said Dick, bluntly. Then remembering that he was the host speaking to his guest, he courteously added: “You are mistaken, sir. Lyon, with all his faults, is not a villain.”