A studio to the simple dominie had almost the same worldly flavor as a theatre.

He had many misgivings as they went down Pall Mall, but he was soon reassured.

There was a singular air of repose and quiet in the large, cool room.

And the first picture he cast his eyes upon reconciled him to Colin's most un-Crawford-like taste.
It was "The Farewell of the Emigrant Clan." The dominie's knees shook, and he turned pale with emotion.

How had Colin reproduced that scene, and not only reproduced but idealized it! There were the gray sea and the gray sky, and the gray granite boulder rocks on which the chief stood, the waiting ships, and the loaded boats, and he himself in the prow of the foremost one.