"I hope so too!" she answered simply, and then, the boat being ready, they departed. Errington and Lorimer leaned on the deck-rails, waving their hats and watching them disappear over the gleaming water, till the very last glimpse of Thelma's crimson hood had vanished, and then they turned to rejoin their companions, who were strolling up and down smoking.
"Belle comme un ange!" said Duprèz briefly. "In short, I doubt if the angels are so good-looking!"
"The auld pagan's a fine scholar," added Macfarlane meditatively. "He corrected me in a bit o' Latin."
"Did he, indeed?" And Lorimer laughed indolently. "I suppose you think better of him now, Sandy?"
Sandy made no reply, and as Errington persisted in turning the conversation away from the merits or demerits of their recent guests, they soon entered on other topics. But that night, before retiring to rest, Lorimer laid a hand on his friend's shoulder, and said quietly, with a keen look-"Well, old man, have you made up your mind? Have I seen the future Lady Bruce-Errington?"
Sir Philip smiled,--then, after a brief pause, answered steadily-"Yes, George, you have! That is,--if I can win her!"
Lorimer laughed a little and sighed. "There's no doubt about that, Phil." And eyeing Errington's fine figure and noble features musingly, he repeated again thoughtfully--"No doubt about that, my boy!" Then after a pause he said, somewhat abruptly, "Time to turn in--good night!"
"Good night, old fellow!" And Errington wrung his hand warmly, and left him to repose.
But Lorimer had rather a bad night,--he tossed and tumbled a good deal, and had dreams,--unusual visitors with him,--and once or twice he muttered in his sleep,--"No doubt about it--not the least in the world--and if there were--"
But the conclusion of this sentence was inaudible.