But it was broken by a blessing.
"God bless you, Robert! The Lord Jesus, our Redeemer, make you a gude man," said Dr.Morrison fervently, and David whispered a few broken words in his friend's ear.

Then Captain Laird's voice was heard, and in a moment or two more they saw by the light of a lifted lantern Robert's white face in the middle of a group on deck.
"Farewell!" he shouted feebly, and Dr.Morrison answered it with a lusty, "God speed you, Robert! God speed the good ship and all on board of her!" So they went silently back again, and stepped into the muddy, dreamlike, misty streets, wet through and quite weary with emotion.
"Now gude-night, David.

Your uncle is waiting dinner for you.

I hae learned to love you vera much." "Is there anything I can do, doctor, to show you how much I love and respect you ?" "You can be a good man, and you can let me see you every Sabbath in your place at kirk.

Heaven's gate stands wide open on the Sabbath day, David; sae it is a grand time to offer your petitions." Yes, the good old uncle was waiting, but with that fine instinct which is born of a true love he had felt that David would like no fuss made about his return.