"Sing for me, now, Scots wha hae." She glanced up at him brightly; it was a favourite of her own, and she sang it for him as he had never heard it sung before.
"Have you no favourite, Doctor Danton ?" she asked, turning to him with that dangerous smile of hers.

"I want to treat all alike." "Do you sing 'Hear me, Norma' ?" Her answer was the song.

Then she arose from the instrument, and Father Francis pulled out his watch.
"What will the Cure think of us!" he exclaimed; "half-past eleven.
Danton, get up this instant and let us be off." "I had no idea it was so late," said the doctor, rising, despite the Captain's protest.

"Your music must have bewitched us, Miss Danton." They shook hands with the Captain and departed.
Grace and Eeny went upstairs at once.

Kate was lingering still in the drawing-room when her father came back from seeing his guests off.
"A fine fellow, that young doctor," said the Captain, in his hearty way; "a remarkably fine fellow.