"I'm sure they will be kind to you, Benny; so you had better be off and get ready."
Half an hour later he came into the sitting-room to Mrs. Fisher, dressed for his visit.
"Now, mammy," he said, "am I presentable?"
"Go away with you," she said, laughing, though casting at the same time an admiring look at the manly young fellow that stood before her, "you'll be as proud as a peacock soon."
"Right you are again. I feel the pride creeping up already. But now for a sight of the angels, so good-bye."
And off he started to pay a visit that was to be fraught with vastly more important issues than he had any conception of.
[CHAPTER XXII.]
Recognition.
"That strain again; it had a dying fall:
Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour."—Tempest.