no more
objects of interest till he arrived in Toronto, took a streetcar, and
deposited himself, much to that lady's astonishment, in his bachelor's
quarters at Mrs. Marsh's boarding-house. After a special lunch, he sat
down to smoke and read a little Browning.

It was very late when Mr. Terry and Timotheus arrived at Bridesdale. All
the ladies had retired, with the exception of Mrs. Carruthers, who had
staid up to await her father's arrival. The gentlemen of the party were
the Squire, quite clear in head and not much the worse of his crack on
the skull, Mr. Bigglethorpe, and Mr. Errol, who had been induced to
continue his splore in the office. He was still renewing his youth, when
the veteran entered all alone, and said he didn't mind if he did help
Mr. Bigglethorpe with that decanter, for it was tiresome work driving.

"Where is Mr. Coristine, grandfather?" asked the Squire.

"It's in Collinwud he is an his way to Teranty."

"What! do you mean to say he has left us, gone for good?"

"That's fwhat it is. Oi prished 'em, an' porshwaded 'em, an' towld 'em
it was desprut anggery an' graved yeez wud aall be. Says he Oi've bud
'em aall good-boye an' Oi'm goin' home to bishness. It was lucky for
you, Squoire, that it wasn't lasht noight he wint."

"It is that, grandfather. I'd have been a dead man. He maun hae focht
yon deevil like a wild cat tae get oot o' the way o's pistols and
things."

"'Twas Timawtheus as kim up furrust an' tuk the thafe av a Rawdon out av
his arrums, for he grupped 'em good an' toight."

"Well done, Timotheus!" said Mr. Errol. "He's a fine lad, Mr.
Bigglethorpe, though a bit clumsy in his ways."

"We can't all be handsome, sir," answered that gentleman. "If he's got
the good principle in him, that's the mine thing, so I always say."

Mrs. Carruthers put her head into the smoke, coughed a little, and said:
"Come, father, supper is waiting for you in the breakfast room." The
veteran followed his daughter, and, over his evening meal, gave her a
detailed account of the proceedings of the afternoon. "And to go away
without a bite to eat, and ride all that distance, and leave his
knapsack and his flowers and I don't know what else behind him, what is
the meaning of it, father?"

"Honoria, my dear, I aalways thought women's eyes was cliverer nor
min's. There's a little gyurl they call Marjorie, an' she's not so
little as aall that, if she isn't quoite the hoighth av Miss Ceshile.
That bhoy was