“Oh, I didn’t give in mine. I didn’t mean to, you know.”
The little industrious landlady bustled away now to make tea, and Willie informed his friend that he was come to take him to dinner.
Sandie went at once and changed his clothes, and as soon as tea was drank they set out for the Provost’s house.
“I’m afraid,” said Sandie, “I’ll be but poor company to-night; my thoughts are all with those papers.”
“You won’t know the result till to-morrow night.”
“No, that is the worst of it. To-morrow will be the longest day in life to me.”
“That it won’t; we’ll find something to do.”
The dinner was an excellent one, and put Sandie in the best of spirits, and afterwards, with music and conversation in the drawing-room, the evening sped merrily and quickly away indeed.
. . . . . .
Human nature asserted itself, and that night our hero slept long and soundly. He could hardly believe his watch, when he noticed that the hour hand pointed to nine.