Another cheroot, Mr.Carmichael?
Oh, nonsense; you must tell my daughter more about your Highlanders.

They are a loyal set, at any rate, and we all admire that." "Yes, they are," and Carmichael unbent again, "and will stick by their side whether it be right or wrong.

They 're something like a woman in their disposition." "Indeed," said Kate, who did not think Carmichael had responded very courteously to her lead, "that is very interesting.

They are, you mean, full of prejudices and notions." "If a Highlander takes you into his friendship, you may say or do what you like, he will stand by you, and although his views are as different from yours as black from white, will swear he agrees with every one.
If he 's not your friend, he can see no good in anything you do, although you be on his own side." "In fact, he has very little judgment and no sense of justice; and I think you said," Kate went on sweetly, "his nature reminded you of a woman's ?" "You're sure that you like cheroots ?" for the General did not wish this lad, Radical though he was, sacrificed on his first visit; "some men are afraid of the opium in them." "Please do not interrupt Mr.Carmichael when he is making a capital comparison," and Kate held him to the point.
"What I intend is really a compliment," went on Carmichael, "and shows the superior fineness and sensitiveness of a woman's mind." Kate indicated that she was sure that was his meaning, but waited for details.
"You see," with the spirit of one still fresh to the pulpit, "a man is slower, and goes by evidence; a woman is quicker, and goes by her instincts." "Like the lower animals," suggested Kate, sweetly, "by scent, perhaps.
Well ?" "You are twisting my words, Miss Carnegie." Carmichael did not like being bantered by this self-possessed young woman.

"Let me put it this way.