As you say, Duncan can look after the place." Malcolm's face fell.
"Take the lad with you, Graheme," Colonel Munro said.

"Three years under Gustavus will do him vastly more good than will St.Andrews.You know it never did us any good to speak of.

We learned a little more Latin than we knew when we went there, but I don't know that that has been of any use to us; whereas for the dry tomes of divinity we waded through, I am happy to say that not a single word of the musty stuff remains in my brains.

The boy will see life and service, he will have opportunities of distinguishing himself under the eye of the most chivalrous king in Europe, he will have entered a noble profession, and have a fair chance of bettering his fortune, all of which is a thousand times better than settling down here in this corner of Scotland." "I must think it over," Graheme said; "it is a serious step to take.
I had thought of his going to the court at London after he left the university, and of using our family interest to push his way there." "What is he to do in London ?" Munro said.

"The old pedant James, who wouldn't spend a shilling or raise a dozen men to aid the cause of his own daughter, and who thought more of musty dogmatic treatises than of the glory and credit of the country he ruled over, or the sufferings of his co-religionists in Germany, has left no career open to a lad of spirit." "Well, I will think it over by the morning," Graheme said.