"They are all depending on us to fix the day, Eugene; when will you be strong enough?"
"Any time, Marjorie; what's to-day?"
"Saturday, you foolish man, don't you smell the preparations for Sunday?"
"And the New York steamer sails on Saturday?"
"Yes."
"Well, if we are all married next Wednesday, we shall have time to get to New York easily on Saturday morning."
"Then I will get uncle to arrange with papa Errol, and to summon the Captain and auntie and Sylvanus."
"Oh yes, and Bigglethorpe and Bangs, and old Mrs. Hill. I would like to have Ben here, too, if you wouldn't mind, Marjorie."
"We shall have everybody, and leave here on Thursday morning, to get you well on the sea."
Mr. Terry came to ask if Mr. Coristine didn't think the least draw of a pipe would do him good. The invalid thought it would, and, while the veteran went upstairs to fetch the lawyer's long-unused briar, Miss Carmichael left him, ostensibly offended that he preferred a pipe to her society, yet inwardly glad that he was strong enough to relish tobacco again. Mr. Douglas joined the smokers, and they had a very jolly time. "What will you do, Mr. Terry, when we are all gone!" asked the Edinburgh lawyer. "It 'ull be gone too Oi will mysilf by that toime," replied the veteran.