When it comes my way I shall think that my work is done, and rest in peace.

But you and I are not the sort of people who can court it with comfort.

We are old sticks and very full of angles, but it would be a pity to rub them off if the shape were to be spoiled." Lord Beauregard nodded.

"Tell me more about your friend Haystoun." Wratislaw's face relaxed, and he became communicative.
"He is a Scots laird, rather well off, and, as I have said, uncommonly clever.

He lives at a place called Etterick in the Gled valley." "I saw Merkland to-day, and he spoke his farewell to politics.