"It's too distant to stand in the way," returned Donald a trifle shortly, "I look upon her prospective wealth as a far greater obstacle, having no fancy for playing the rôle of fortune-hunter, or laying myself open to the suspicion of being such."
"Then you've no intention of trying for her?"
"I haven't said so, have I? Well, good-night, it's getting late."
"What do you think of Captain Raymond?" Rose was asking her husband. "You have had by far the best opportunity to cultivate his acquaintance."
"He impresses me very favorably as both a man and a Christian," was the emphatic reply.
"Ah! I am glad Donald has so nice a friend," was her pleased comment.
"Yes, there seems a warm friendship existing between them, though the captain must be the older by several years. Married too, for he mentioned his children incidentally."
On coming down to the parlor the next morning the guests found Mr. Dinsmore there fondling his little grandchildren—Rosie on one knee, Walter on the other.
Cousin Donald's entrance was hailed with delight, Walter presently transferred to his knee.
Then the captain coaxed Rosie to his, saying, "Your dark eyes and hair remind me of my little Lulu's."