And yet Hugh did not know half the good of her then, that the reader does now.
“Well, we had better part now, and meet again at night.”
“What time shall I come to you?”
“Oh! about nine I think will do.”
So Hugh went home, and tried to turn his thoughts to his story; but Euphra, Falconer, Funkelstein, and Margaret persisted in sitting to him, the one after the other, instead of the heroes and heroines of his tale. He was compelled to lay it aside, and betake himself to a stroll and a pipe.
As he went down stairs, he met Miss Talbot.
“You’re soon tired of home, Mr. Sutherland. You haven’t been in above half an hour, and you’re out again already.”
“Why, you see, Miss Talbot, I want a pipe very much.”
“Well, you ain’t going to the public house to smoke it, are you?”
“No,” answered Hugh laughing. “But you know, Miss Talbot, you made it part of the agreement that I shouldn’t smoke indoors. So I’m going to smoke in the street.”