A friend of Malcolm's, a young barrister, who had also been crossed in love--a sensible, straightforward fellow--was to accompany him.

"He is sure to like Dunlop," Malcolm observed, as he and Dinah paced the terrace together in the sweet spring sunshine.

"Charlie is a good-hearted fellow, and one of the best companions I know, though he is a bit down in the mouth just now, poor old chap." "I think you said the lady jilted him ?" asked Dinah sympathetically.
"Yes, and he is well rid of her, if we could only get him to believe that.

She was a handsome girl--I saw her once--but she came across an American millionaire, and sent Charlie about his business.

Oh, he will get over it fast enough," as Dinah looked quite sorrowful; "when a woman does that sort of thing, she just kills a man's love.