I had not seen Henry Fraser since the first year he had come to Cairn Edward. A handsome young man he was then, with a short, supercilious upper lip, and crisply curling hair of a fair colour disposed in masses about his brow. He entered, and at the first glimpse of him I stood astonished. His pale student’s face had grown red and a trifle mottled. The lids of his blue eyes (the blue of his brother’s) were injected. His mouth was loose and restless under a heavy moustache, and when he began to speak his voice came from him thick and throaty. "I wonder you do not keep your people in better order, Robert," he said, before he was fairly within the door of the little sitting-room. "First I drove right into a farm-cart that had been left in the middle of the yard, and then nearly broke my shins over a pail some careless slut of a byre-lass had thrown down at the kitchen-door." Robert Fraser had been standing up with the glad and eager look on his face. I think he had half stretched out his hand; but at his brother’s querulous words he sank slowly back into his chair, and the grey tiredness slipped into his face almost as quickly as it had disappeared. "I am sorry, Henry," he said, simply. "Somehow I do not seem to get about so readily as I did, and I daresay the lads and lasses take some advantage." "They would not take advantage with me, I can tell you!" cried the young doctor, throwing down his driving-cape on the corner of the old sofa, and pulling a chair in to the fire. He bent forward and chafed his hands before the glowing peats, and as he did so I could see by a slight lurch and quick recovery that he had been drinking. I wondered if Robert Fraser noticed. Then he leaned back and looked at the Stickit Minister. "Well, Robert, how do you find yourself to-night? Better, eh?" he said, speaking in his professional voice. His brother’s face flushed again with the same swift pleasure, very pitiful to see. "It is kind of you to ask," he said; "I think I do feel a betterness, Henry. The cough has certainly been less troublesome this last day or two." "I suppose there are no better prospects about the property," said Dr. Fraser, passing from the medical question with no more than the words I have written down. I had already risen, and, with a muttered excuse, was passing into the outer kitchen, that I might leave the brothers alone. So I did not hear Robert Fraser’s reply, but as I closed the door I caught the younger’s loud retort: "I tell you what it is, Robert—say what you will—I have not been fairly dealt with in this matter—I have been swindled!" So I went out with my heart heavy within me for my friend, and though Bell Gregory, the bonniest of the farm lasses, ostentatiously drew her skirts aside and left a vacant place beside her in the ingle-nook, I shook my head and kept on my way to the door with rib more than a smile and "Anither nicht, Bell."