"But he's not strong--and I'm afraid--I hardly like to think it--that he's weaker than he knows." "Poor old chap!" said Angus, gently.

"Any way, you've done all you can for him, and he's very grateful.

I hope he'll last a few years longer." "I hope so too," she answered quickly.

"For I should miss him very much.
I've grown quite to love him." "I think he feels that," and Angus seated himself on a jutting crag of the "Giant's Castle" and prepared for the utterance of something desperate.

"Any one would, you know!" She made no reply.