3/9 I could see now in the daylight that his face, although harsh and stern, was capable of assuming a not unkindly expression. "I must apologise to you if I was a little brusque the other night--you will excuse an old soldier who has spent the best part of his life in harness--All the same, you must confess that you are rather dark-skinned for a Scotchman." "We have a Spanish strain in our blood," said I, wondering at his recurrence to the topic. "My dear," to his wife, "allow me to introduce Mr.Fothergill West to you. This is my son and my daughter. We have come here in search of rest, Mr.West--complete rest." "And you could not possibly have come to a better place," said I. |