You will be even more welcome if you bring my boy, Edward Bruce, as I understand we are to call him--_attamen ipse veni_.
"I am your affectionate friend, "Arthur Hamilton.
"Flora"-- his collie, of whom he was very fond--"is sitting watching me with such liquid eyes that I must go and take her out.

We have not walked as far as the creek yet; the first effect of valetudinarian habits is, I find, to make one feel really ill." On the 4th of August, Tuesday, at 11.15, a card was brought to me, and immediately afterward a tall gentleman appeared, with a boy of about fourteen, whom I knew at once to be Edward Bruce.
The gentleman, after a few polite words of inquiry after Arthur, retired, the boy saying good-bye to him affectionately.

He left me his address for a few days, in case I should wish to see him.
Edward Bruce was a boy of extraordinary beauty--there was no denying that.

Personal descriptions are always disappointing; but, not to be prolix, he had such eyes, with so much passion and fire in them, that they could only be the inheritance of many generations of love and hate and quick emotions; his eyelids drooped languidly, but when he opened his eyes and looked full at you!--I felt relieved to think I should not have to conduct his education; I could not have denied him anything.

His hair was brown and curly, cut short, but of that fineness and glossy aspect that showed that till lately it had been allowed its own way.
The boy had beautiful lips and white regular teeth, with that exquisite complexion that is the result of perfect health and physical condition.