Hold on, you can't get away from me! I have
a mind to give you another!"
"Oh, Miss Brodie, please," pleaded Cameron, coming forward to Rob's
rescue, "I assure you I was partly to blame; it is only fair I should
share his punishment."
"Indeed," cried Miss Brodie, the blood coming back into her cheeks that
had been white enough a moment before, "if it were not for your size,
and your--looks, I should treat you exactly the same, though not
with the same intent, as our friend Mr. Rae would say. You did that
splendidly!"
"Alas! for my size," groaned Cameron--he was in great spirits--"and
alas! for my ugly phiz!"
"Who said 'ugly'?" replied Miss Brodie. "But I won't rise to your bait.
May I introduce you to my uncle, Sir Archibald Brodie, who has a little
business with you?"
"Ah! Mr. Cameron," said that gentleman, "that was extremely well
done. Indeed, I can hardly get back my nerve--might have been an ugly
accident. By the way, Sir," taking Cameron aside, "just a moment. You
are on your way to Canada? I have a letter which I thought might be
of service to you. It is to a business friend of mine, a banker, in
Montreal, Mr. James Ritchie. You will find him a good man to know, and I
fancy glad to serve any--ah--friend of mine."
On hearing Sir Archibald's name, Cameron's manner became distinctly
haughty, and he was on the point of declining the letter, when Sir
Archibald, who was quick to observe his manner, took him by the arm and
led him somewhat further away.
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