I have
rather outstayed my time, for I am a man of routine, and I always put in
a certain number of hours in my laboratory." He shook hands cordially
with them all, and lighting his pipe at the doorstep, strolled off upon
his way.
"Well, what do you think of him now?" asked Robert, as they watched
his black figure against the white snow.
"I think that he is no more fit to be trusted with all that money than a
child," cried the old man. "It made me positively sick to hear him talk
of moving hills and buying tigers, and such-like nonsense, when there
are honest men without a business, and great businesses starving for
a little capital. It's unchristian--that's what I call it."
"I think he is most delightful, Robert," said Laura. "Remember, you have
promised to take us up to the Hall. And he evidently wishes us to go
soon. Don't you think we might go this afternoon?"
"I hardly think that, Laura. You leave it in my hands, and I will
arrange it all. And now I must get to work, for the light is so very
short on these winter days."
That night Robert McIntyre had gone to bed, and was dozing off when a
hand plucked at his shoulder, and he started up to find his sister in
some white drapery, with a shawl thrown over her shoulders, standing
beside him in the moonlight.
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