"I wish--" "Oh, I'm GOING, I believe.

Stephen Stuart has written from Toronto, and asked me to sail with him.

I haven't told Mother, but he's my second cousin, so I suppose she won't make a fuss." The young man's face clouded; seeing which she relented.

"Oh, of course, I'm glad you're going, really," she assured him.

"And we'll all be proud to be acquainted with such a distinguished gentleman when you get back.
Do you think you'll see the King?
You might, you know, in London." "I'll see him if he's visible," laughed Lorne.