"It doesn't sound like it--by-the-way, you can say goodbye to Mrs. Trubbles for me."
"And Miss Sheldon?"
"Hang Miss Sheldon and you too!" retorted Otterburn, and thereupon bolted, so as to give Eustace no opportunity of making further remarks.
"Love!" quoth Eustace the philosopher, "does not improve manners. Macjean is like a young bear with a sore head, and Miss Sheldon--well, she's got another scalp to hang in her wigwam."
[CHAPTER X.]
AUF WIEDERSEHN.
"Goodbye! Goodbye!--our lives divide,
We drift apart on Life's broad tide,
Faint-hearted, sad and solemn-eyed,
By Fate's decree.
"Goodbye! Goodbye!--but not farewell,
Tho' side by side we may not dwell.
Some day we'll meet--But who can tell
If this will be?"