“You will come again soon, Ranald,” said Maimie, coming toward him with a look on her face that reminded him of the days in the Glengarry manse. She had forgotten all about his red shirt and silk handkerchief. As Ranald caught that look a great joy leaped into his eyes for a moment, then faded into a gaze of perplexity.
“Yes, do come,” added Kate.
“Will you sing again?” he asked, bluntly.
“Yes, indeed,” she replied, with a slight blush, “if you want me to.”
“I will come. When? To-morrow night?”
“Yes, certainly, to-morrow night,” said Kate, blushing deeply now, for she noticed the slight smile on Harry's face, and the glance that passed between Mr. Sims and the lieutenant. Then Ranald said good night.
“I have never had such pleasure in my life,” he said, holding her hand a moment, and looking into her eyes that sparkled with a happy light. “That is,” he added, with a swift glance at Maimie, “from music or things like that.”
Kate caught the glance, and the happy light faded from her eyes.
“Good night,” said Ranald, offering his hand to Maimie. “I am glad I came now. It makes me think of the last night at the manse, although I am always thinking of it,” he added, simply, with a touch of sadness in his voice. Maimie's face grew hot with blushes.
“Yes,” she answered, hurriedly. “Dear Aunt Murray!”