You already more than half believe in that Tam o' the Cowgate story.

But there'll be nothing for me in Edinburgh society; it will be all clergymen--" "Ministers" interjected Salemina,--"all ministers and professors.

My Redfern gowns will be unappreciated, and my Worth evening frocks worse than wasted!" "There are a few thousand medical students," I said encouragingly, "and all the young advocates, and a sprinkling of military men--they know Worth frocks." "And," continued Salemina bitingly, "there will always be, even in an intellectual city like Edinburgh, a few men who continue to escape all the developing influences about them, and remain commonplace, conventional manikins, devoted to dancing and flirting.

Never fear, they will find you!" This sounds harsh, but nobody minds Salemina, least of all Francesca, who well knows that she is the apple of that spinster's eye.

But at this moment Susanna opens the door (timorously, as if there might be a panther behind it) and announces the cab (in the same tone in which she would announce the beast); we pick up our draperies, and are whirled off by the lamiter to dine with the Scottish nobility..