THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
"That Breton ought to be shot. It really affects my heart to drive with you."
"You haven't any, Harry, you know that right well, so don't be alarmed."
"Quite true," said Harry, sentimentally, "not since that night, don't you remember, Kate, when you—"
"Now, Harry, I only remind you that I always tell my girl friends everything you say. It is this wedding that's got into your blood."
"I suppose so," murmured Harry, pensively; "wish it would get into yours. Now seriously, Kate, at your years you ought—"
"Harry," said Kate, indignantly, "I really don't need you at the station. I can meet your aunt quite well without you. Shall I set you down here, or drive you to the office?"
"Oh, not to the office, I entreat! I entreat! Anything but that! Surely I may be allowed this day! I shall be careful of your sensitive points, but I do hope this wedding of Maimie's will give you serious thoughts."
Kate was silent, giving her attention doubtless to her team. Then, with seeming irrelevance, she said: "Didn't I see Colonel Thorp yesterday in town?"
"Yes, the old heathen! I haven't forgiven him for taking off Ranald as he did."
"He didn't take off Ranald. Ranald was going off anyway."
"How do you know?" said Harry.
"I know," replied Kate, with a little color in her cheek. "He told me himself."
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