' That's a good figure of
yours, Munro!" said Alexander. Munro, who had been thought dull in the
old days, flushed with pleasure.
They had come to a kind of summer-house overrun with roses. Mr.
Archibald Touris stopped short and, with his back to this structure,
faced the company with him, brought thus to a halt. He looked at them
with a carefully composed countenance.
"I am sure, Munro, that Ian Rullock 'watered the gunpowder,' as you
cleverly say. Boys, ma'am"--to Mrs. Goodworth--"are, as your husband
remarks, romantic simpletons. No one takes them and their views of
life seriously. Certainly not their political views! When they come
men they laugh themselves. They are not boys then; they are men. Which
is, as it were, the preface to what I might as well tell you. My
nephew has resigned his captaincy and quitted the army. Apparently he
has come to feel that soldiering is not, after all, the life he
prefers. It may be that he will take to the law, or he may wander and
then laird it when I am gone. Or if he is very wise--I meant to speak
to you of this in private, Goodworth--he might be furnished with
shares and ventures in the East India. He has great abilities."
"Well, India's the field!" said the London merchant, placidly. "If a
man has the mind and the will he may make and keep and flourish and
taste power--"
"Left the King's forces!" cried Munro Touris.
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