Lamb's fright and sudden retreat.
Mr. Errol, feeling none the worse of the previous day's splore, and
still renewing his youth over the fish he and Mr. Bigglethorpe had
caught, suddenly remembered and confessed: "Dear me, Mrs. Carmichael, I
forgot that I had Mr. Coristine's merschaum, and his tobacco and
penknife. Puir lad, what'll he dae withoot his pipe?"
"You naughty man, Mr. Errol, is it possible that you smoke?"
"Whiles, mem, whiles."
"How many pipes a day, now, Mr. Errol?"
"Oh, it depends. When I'm in smoking company, I can take a good many, eh
Mr. Bigglethorpe?"
"Yesterday was a very special occaision, Mr. Errol. You called it
renewing your youth, you know, and nimed the picnic a splore."
"I felt like a laddie again at the fishing, Mrs. Carmichael, just as
light-hearted and happy as if I were a callant on the hills."
"And what do you generally feel like? Not an old man, I hope?"
"I'll never be a young one again, Mrs. Carmichael."
"Perfect nonsense, Mr. Errol! Don't let me hear you talk like that
again."
"Hearin's obeyin'," meekly replied the minister, showing that he was
making some progress in his mature wooing.
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