Chapter Ten.
“What Must be Must—’tis Fate.”
The old Laird McLeod possessed that true Christian feeling which we so rarely see displayed in this age, and as he left the door of the old mansion where he had lived so long and so happily he held out his hand to Francis.
“God bless you, lad, anyhow. Be good, and you’ll prosper.”
“The wicked prosper,” said Francis.
“All artificial, lad, and only for a time. Never can they be said to be truly happy.”
“Good-bye—or rather, au revoir.”
“Au revoir.”