'Tell her yersel'.'
Willie pocketed a few of the superior cigarettes, and rose. 'It's sax-thirty,' he said. 'Her an' you'll be nane the waur o' hauf an' 'oor in private. See? So long! She's a clinker!'
And before Macgregor realized it, Willie had bolted through the shop and into the street.
Christina returned, her eyes wide. 'What gaed wrang wi' him, Mac?'
'Come here an' I'll tell ye.'
XIII
MISS TOD RETURNS
'It was awfu' dacent o' Wullie to clear oot,' Macgregor remarked happily, as he moved his chair close to the one on which Christina had just seated herself.
Christina's chin went up. 'It wud ha'e been dacenter o' him to ha'e waited till the time he was invited to wait.'
'But he meant weel. I'm sure he didna want to gang, but he fancied it wud be nice to let you an' me ha'e a—a . . .'