For a moment he felt like running after Christina and making her hearken to his new hope, but self-consciousness prevailed and sent him homewards.
“Hullo!” From a close came a husky voice, apologetic, appealing.
“Hullo, Wullie!” Macgregor stopped. He was not sorry to meet Willie; he craved companionship just then, though he had no confidence to give.
“Are ye for hame?”
“Ay.”
“I—I’ll come wi’ ye, if ye like, Macgreegor?”
“Come on then.”
Willie came out, and they proceeded along the street without remark until Macgregor enquired——
“Where are ye workin’ the noo, Wullie?”
“I’m no’ workin’. Canna get a job. Dae ye ken o’ onything?”