Oh, Elspeth, you think yourself unhappy just now when you are really in the middle of one of the pleasantest bits of it!  Love is a series of thrills, the one leading to the other, and, as your careful guardian, I would not have you miss one of them.  You will come to the final bang quickly enough, and find it the finest thrill of all, but it is soon over.  When you have had to tell him that you are not for him, there are left only the pleasures of memory, and the more of them there were, the more there will be to look back to.  I beg you, Elspeth, not to hurry; loiter rather, smelling the flowers and plucking them, for you may never be this way again.”

All these things he might have pointed out to Elspeth had he wanted her to look at the matter rationally, but he had no such wish.  He wanted her to enjoy herself as the blessed do, without knowing why.  No pity for the man, you see, but no ill will to him.  David was having his thrills also, and though the last of them would seem a staggerer to him at the time, it would gradually become a sunny memory.  The only tragedy is not to have known love.  So long as you have the experiences, it does not greatly matter whether your suit was a failure or successful.

So Tommy decided, but he feared at the same time that there had been no quarrel—­that David had simply drawn back.

How he saw through Elspeth’s brave attempts to show that she had never for a moment thought of David’s having any feeling for her save ordinary friendship—­yes, they were brave, but not brave enough for Tommy.  At times she would say something bitter about life (not about the doctor, for he was never mentioned), and it was painful to her brother to see gentle Elspeth grown cynical.  He suffered even more when her manner indicated that she knew she was too poor a creature to be loved by any man.  Tommy was in great woe about Elspeth at this time.  He was thinking much more about her than about Grizel; but do not blame him unreservedly for that:  the two women who were his dears were pulling him different ways, and he could not accompany both.  He had made up his mind to be loyal to Grizel, and so all his pity could go to Elspeth.  On the day he had his talk with the doctor, therefore, he had, as it were, put Grizel aside only because she was happy just now, and so had not Elspeth’s need of him.

The doctor and he had met on the hill, whence the few who look may see one of the fairest views in Scotland.  Tommy was strolling up and down, and the few other persons on the hill were glancing with good-humoured suspicion at him, as we all look at celebrated characters.  Had he been happy he would have known that they were watching him, and perhaps have put his hands behind his back to give them more for their money, as the saying is; but he was miserable.  His one consolation was that the blow he must strike Elspeth when he told her of his engagement need not be struck just yet.  David could not have chosen a worse moment, therefore, for saying so bluntly what he said:  “I hear you are to be married.  If so, I should like to congratulate you.”