If he might but attain to the manners of the "high countries," manners which appear because they exist--because they are all through the man! He did not think what he might seem in the eyes of men.

Courteous, helpful, considerate, always seeking first how far he could honestly agree with any speaker, opposing never save sweetly and apologetically--except indeed some utterance flagrantly unjust were in his ears--there was no man of true breeding, in or out of society, who would not have granted that Donal was fit company for any man or woman.

Mr.Graeme's eye glanced down over the tall square-shouldered form, a little stooping from lack of drill and much meditation, but instantly straightening itself upon any inward stir, and he said to himself, "This is no common man!" They were moving slowly along the avenue, Donal by the rider's near knee, talking away like men not unlikely soon to know each other better.
"You don't make much use of this avenue!" said Donal.
"No; its use is an old story.

The castle was for a time deserted, and the family, then passing through a phase of comparative poverty, lived in the house we are in now--to my mind much the more comfortable." "What a fine old place it must be, if such trees are a fit approach to it!" "They were never planted for that; they are older far.

Either there was a wood here, and the rest were cut down and these left, or there was once a house much older than the present.