The mild indulgences of his early years, under the transforming influence of that same arch and accusing smile, took on for Sir Archibald such an aspect of wild and hilarious gaiety as to impart a tone of hesitation to his voice while he deprecated his niece's charge.
"What, I?
Nonsense! What do you know about it?
Well, well, we have all had our day, I suppose!" "Aha! I know you, and I should love to have known you when you were young Cameron's age.

Though I'm quite sure you were never such a fool as he.

You always knew how to take care of yourself." Her uncle shook his head as if to indicate that the less said about those gay young days the better.
"Now what do you think this young fool does?
Gets drinking, and gets so muddled up in all his money matters--he's a Highlander, you know, and Dunn, Mr.Dunn says--" "Dunn!" "Yes, Mr.Dunn, the great International captain, you know! Mr.Dunn says he can take a whole bottle of Scotch--" "What, Dunn ?" "No, no; you know perfectly well, Uncle! This young Cameron can take a whole bottle of Scotch and walk a crack, but his head gets awfully muddled." "Shouldn't be surprised!" "And Mr.Dunn had a terrible time keeping him fit for the International.
You know he was Dunn's half-back.

Yes," cried his niece with enthusiasm, suddenly remembering a tradition that in his youth Sir Archibald had been a famous quarter, his one indulgence, "a glorious half-back, too! You must remember in the match with England last fall the brilliant work of the half-back.

Everybody went mad about him.