THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
"Tell me about the West," Lady Mary was saying, when Ranald came to himself.
"If I begin about the West," he replied, "I must have both time and space to deliver myself."
"Come, then. We shall find a corner," said Lady Mary, and for half an hour did Ranald discourse to her of the West, and so eloquently that Lady Mary quite forgot that he was a lion and that she had been intrusted with the duty of exhibiting him. By and by Maimie found them.
"Now, Lady Mary, you are very selfish, for so many people are wanting to see our hero, and here is the premier wanting to see you."
"Ah, Lady Mary," said Sir John, "you have captured the man from Glengarry, I see."
"I hope so, indeed," said Lady Mary; "but why from Glengarry? He is from the West, is he not?"
"Once from Glengarry, now from the West, and I hope he will often come from the West, and he will, no doubt, if those people know what is good for them." And Sir John, skillfully drawing Ranald aside, led him to talk of the political situation in British Columbia, now and then putting a question that revealed a knowledge so full and accurate that Ranald exclaimed, suddenly, "Why, Sir John, you know more about the country than I do!"
"Not at all, not at all," replied Sir John; and then, lowering his voice to a confidential tone, he added, "You are the first man from that country that knows what I want to know." And once more he plied
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