This made Tommy wince.  He was always distressed when timid Elspeth blurted out things of this sort in company, and not the least of his merits was that he usually forbore from chiding her for it afterwards, so reluctant was he to hurt her.  In a world where there were no women except Elspeths, Tommy would have been a saint.  He saw the doctor smiling now, and at once his annoyance with her changed to wrath against him for daring to smile at little Elspeth.  She saw the smile, too, and blushed; but she was not angry:  she knew that the people who smiled at her liked her, and that no one smiled so much at her as Dr. Gemmell.

The Dominie said fearfully:  “I have no doubt that explains it, Miss Sandys.  Even as a boy I remember your brother had a horror of vulgar applause.”

“Now,” he said to himself, “he will rise up and smite me.”  But no; Tommy replied quietly;

“I am afraid that was not my character, Mr. Cathro; but I hope I have changed since then, and that I could pull a boy out of the water without wanting to be extolled for it.”

That he could say such things before her was terrible to Grizel.  It was perhaps conceivable that he might pull the boy out of the water, as he so ungenerously expressed it; but that he could refrain from basking in the glory thereof, that, she knew, was quite impossible.  Her eyes begged him to take back those shameful words, but he bravely declined; not even to please Grizel could he pretend that what was not was.  No more sentiment for T. Sandys.

“The spirit has all gone out of him; what am I afraid of?” reflected the Dominie, and he rose suddenly to make a speech, tea-cup in hand.  “Cathro, Cathro, you tattie-doolie, you are riding to destruction,” said a warning voice within him, but against his better judgment he stifled it and began.  He begged to propose the health of Captain Ure.  He was sure they would all join with him cordially in drinking it, including Mr. Sandys, who unfortunately differed from them in his estimation of the hero; that was only, however, as had been conclusively shown, because he was a hero himself, and so could make light of heroic deeds—­with other sly hits at Mr. Sandys.  But when all the others rose to drink the toast, Tommy remained seated.  The Dominie coughed.  “Perhaps Mr. Sandys means to reply,” Grizel suggested icily.  And it was at this uncomfortable moment that Christina appeared suddenly, and in a state of suppressed excitement requested her mistress to speak with her behind the door.  All the knowing ones were aware that something terrible must have happened in the kitchen.  Miss Sophia thought it might be the china tea-pot.  She smiled reassuringly to signify that, whatever it was, she would help Mrs. McLean through, and so did Mr. James.  He was a perfect lady.

How dramatic it all was, as Ailie said frequently afterwards.  She was back in a moment, with her hand on her heart.  “Mr. Sandys,” were her astounding words, “a lady wants to see you.”