"Where are you going, De Vere?" said young Pringle.
"What is that to you? Ask no questions—you know the rest."
"I only asked because I thought I might accompany you."
"Your room, in this instance, is preferable to your company, old boy! So don't any of you follow." And he left the room without even saying good bye.
"What mischief can he be after now?" said Pringle.
"Heaven only knows," answered the Major.
CHAPTER VIII.
"Ye, that the rising morn invidious mark,
And hate the light—because your deeds are dark."
Pleasures of Hope.
"Ye are baith a pair o' the deevil's peats, I trow—hard token whilk deserves the hettest corner o' his ingle side."—Heart of Mid Lothian.