'Thanks,' said Shafto, feeling somehow that the presence of Mr. Kippilaw at the coming interview would take some of the responsibility off his own shoulders.
'Craigengowan, your grandfather says, will put on its brightest smile to welcome you.'
'Very kind of Craigengowan,' said Shafto, who felt but ill at ease in his new role of adventurer, and unwisely adopted a free-and-easy audacity of manner.
'A cheque on the Bank of Scotland for present emergencies,' said Mr. Kippilaw, opening his cheque-book, 'and in two hours we shall meet at the station.'
'Thanks again. How kind you are, my dear sir.'
'I would do much for your father's son, Mr. Shafto,' said the lawyer, emphatically.
'And what about Florian?'
'The letter ignores him—a curious omission. In their joy, perhaps Lord and Lady Fettercairn forgot. But, by the way, here is a letter for him that came by the London mail.'
'A letter for him!' said Shafto, faintly, while his heart grew sick with apprehension, he knew not of what.
'Mr. Florian's face is strangely familiar to me,' said Mr. Kippilaw aloud; but to himself, 'Dear me, dear me, where can I have seen features like his before? He reminds me curiously of Lennard Melfort.'