“I hope so, indeed,” said Lady Mary; “but why from Glengarry? He is from the West, is he not?”
“Once from Glengarry, now from the West, and I hope he will often come from the West, and he will, no doubt, if those people know what is good for them.” And Sir John, skillfully drawing Ranald aside, led him to talk of the political situation in British Columbia, now and then putting a question that revealed a knowledge so full and accurate that Ranald exclaimed, suddenly, “Why, Sir John, you know more about the country than I do!”
“Not at all, not at all,” replied Sir John; and then, lowering his voice to a confidential tone, he added, “You are the first man from that country that knows what I want to know.” And once more he plied Ranald with questions, listening eagerly and intelligently to the answers so enthusiastically given.
“We want to make this Dominion a great empire,” said Sir John, as he said good by to Ranald, “and we are going to do it, but you and men like you in the West must do your part.”
Ranald was much impressed by the premier's grave earnestness.
“I will try, Sir John,” he said, “and I shall go back feeling thankful that you are going to show us the way.”
“Going so soon?” said Maimie, when he came to say good by. “Why I have seen nothing of you, and I have not had a moment to offer you my congratulations,” she said, with a significant smile. Ranald bowed his thanks.
“And Kate, dear girl,” went on Maimie, “she never comes to see me now, but I am glad she will be so happy.”
Ranald looked at her steadily for a moment or two, and then said, quietly, “I am sure I hope so, and Harry is a very lucky chap.”
“Oh, isn't he,” cried Maimie, “and he is just daft about her. Must you go? I am so sorry. I wanted to talk about old times, the dear old days.” The look in Maimie's eyes said much more than her words.