I have never taken any one's advice, and I am not going to begin now, old boy--so we had better say good-bye if you won't stop." He came over to the door, and then he smiled his radiant, irresistible smile so like a mischievous jolly boy's.
"Give me joy, Henry, old friend," he said, and held out his hand.
But Henry Fordyce looked grave as a judge as he took it.
"I can't do that, Michael.

I am very angry with you.

I have known you ever since you were born, and we have been real pals, although I am so much older than you--but I'm damned if I'll stay and see you through this folly.

Good-bye." And without a word further he went out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Michael gave a sort of whoop to Binko, who sprang at him in love and excitement, while he cried: "Very well! Get along, old saint!" Then he rang the bell, and to the footman when he came he handed the note he had written to be taken to Mr.Fergusson, and sent orders for Johnson to pack for two nights, and for his motor to be ready to catch the 10:40 express at the junction for London town.

Then he seized his cap and, calling Binko, he went off into the garden, and so on to the park and to the golf house, where, securing his professional, he played a vigorous round, and when he got back to the castle again, just before dinner, he was informed that Mr.Fordyce had left in his own motor for Edinburgh..