I have known men as young as you whose hair was as grey." "Poor brutes!" he muttered.

"I pity them." "If you can manage to slip down to Branksome at times," I said, "perhaps you could bring Miss Heatherstone with you.

I know that my father and my sister would be delighted to see her, and a change, if only for an hour or two, might do her good." "It would be rather hard for us both to get away together," he answered, "However, if I see a chance I shall bring her down.

It might be managed some afternoon perhaps, for the old man indulges in a siesta occasionally." We had reached the head of the winding lane which branches off from the high road and leads to the laird's house, so my companion pulled up.
"I must go back," he said abruptly, "or they will miss me.

It's very kind of you, West, to take this interest in us.