"I suppose you have," said Neil. "But, all the same, I can’t help saying that I don’t think you ought to have left her as long as you did--in London, I mean. That’s all past, however, and there isn’t any use of going back on it now. It’s the future, thank God, that concerns us. I hope ours is going to be very bright." "She has agreed to marry you, then? Is it likely to be soon?" "What I should like, and what I’m hoping for, is that it may take place at Nice. I’ve had to leave the details to Aunt Betty, and they’re safe with her. She’s the most ripping General on earth. I owe this happiness to her, I don’t doubt. There’s a Scotch church there, and we could go south a bit for the honeymoon and get back to Garrion for the summer." "It sounds all right, and in that way you would escape all the fuss and talk of the glens," said Malcolm musingly. "I wanted to see you, Malcolm, because you’re the head of the house, and I must lay the position before you." "Oh, but there isn’t any need, Neil,--between you and me, I mean. I haven’t the right. Isla has always managed her own affairs, and she wouldn’t like my interference now, I’m sure. Of course, anything I can do I should like to do if I’m permitted. I’d go out to Nice to give her away if she asked me." "We’ll come to that later. I want to tell you that after I’m married we’ll have Garrion to ourselves. My aunt will get a place for herself somewhere and take away Kitty. I’m not a very rich man, and you know what Highland estates are in these times. But--again it’s Aunt Betty to the rescue. She says she’ll give us ten thousand pounds as a wedding gift and that there will be more to come later on. So you see you needn’t have any anxiety about Isla’s financial position." "I couldn’t have any in any case if she was in your hands," said Malcolm with difficulty. "Ten thousand pounds and Garrion clear! By Gad, Neil, you’re a lucky beggar! Try to put yourself in my place for a moment and see whether you wouldn’t have some crumbs of pity for a poor devil who can’t make ends meet and who is just as anxious to have a home as you can possibly be." A something swept over Malcolm’s face--a spasm of infinite yearning which oddly moved Neil Drummond. Happiness brings out all that is best in a man. He forgot all his doubts of Malcolm Mackinnon, all his secret and open blame of him, and he was able even to bury his anger against him for his treatment of Isla as he stretched his hand across the table to grasp Malcolm’s. "Never mind, old chap. The luck will turn. It’s bound to sooner or later, you know. No man goes through the hards from first to last." Malcolm shook his head. "I suppose most men get the luck they deserve," he said a little heavily. Later, these words recurred with poignancy to Drummond’s mind.