His fine, lithe figure, set off by his Highland costume, drew all eyes in admiration, and whether in the proud march of the piper, or in the wild abandon of the Highland Fling, he seemed to all the very beau ideal of a gallant Highland gentleman.
Dunn stood in the circle gathered to admire, watching Cameron's performance of that graceful and intricate Highland dance, all unconscious of a pair of bright blue eyes fastened on his face that reflected so manifestly the grief and pain in his heart.
"And wherefore this gloom ?" said a gay voice at his side.

It was Miss Bessie Brodie.
Poor Dunn! He was not skilled in the fine art of social deception.

He could only gaze stupidly and with blinking eyes upon his questioner, devoutly hoping meanwhile that the tears would not fall.
"Splendid Highlander, isn't he ?" exclaimed Miss Bessie, hastily withdrawing her eyes from his face, for she was much too fine a lady to let him see her surprise.
"What ?" exclaimed Dunn.

"I don't know.

I mean--yes, awfully--oh, confound the thing, it's a beastly shame!" Thereupon Miss Bessie turned her big blue eyes slowly upon him.