Mr.Stocks had been her companion that morning in the drive to Etterick, and he had entertained her with a sketch of his future.

He had declined, somewhat nervously, to talk of his early life, though the girl, with her innate love of a fighter, would have listened with pleasure.

But he had sketched his political creed, hinted at the puissance of his friends, claimed a monopoly of the purer sentiments of life, and rosily augured the future.

The girl had been silent--the man had thought her deeply impressed; but now the morning's talk seemed to point a contrast, and Mr.Lewis Haystoun climbed to a higher niche in the temple of her esteem.
Afar off the others were signaling that lunch was ready, but the two on the rock were blind.
"I think you are right to go away," said Alice.

"You would be too well off here.