"To be sure it may," said Hamish cheerily. "Hope for the best, Mrs. Yorke. Ellen always does."
Mrs. Yorke sighed. Ellen's husband was very different from hers.
"Gerald is in luck; he will soon I think, be able to get over his difficulties. Have you reed these reviews?" continued Hamish, laying his hand upon the journals at his elbow.
"Oh yes, I've read them," was the answer, given with slighting discontent.
"I never read anything finer--in the way of praise--than this review in the Snarler," spoke Hamish.
"He wrote that himself."
"Wrote what?"
"That review in the Snarler."
"Who wrote it?" pursued Hamish, rather at sea.
"Gerald did."