'I'll tell ye what it means, onyway,' said Lance-corporal Jake; 'it
means that we'll be gettin' a move on afore we're mony days aulder.'
Macgregor did not enter into any of the discussions which followed.
Having hurriedly made himself as smart as possible, he took car for
Glasgow, and there caught the ten o'clock train for Aberdeen. He
spent the ensuing four hours in wondering--not so much what he
should say to Christina as what she would say to him. For himself,
he was determined to make a clean breast of it; at the same time,
he was not going to absolve Christina of all responsibility. He
had behaved like a fool, he admitted, but he still had a just
grievance. Yet it was with no very stout heart that he alighted in
the big station, where everything was strange except the colour of
khaki, and found his way to the quiet hotel where his friends had
rooms.
And there on the steps was Uncle Purdie sunning himself and smoking
a richly-banded cigar--by order of his spouse.
'Preserve us!' exclaimed Uncle Purdie in sheer astonishment at the
sight of his nephew. 'Preserve us!' he repeated in quite another
tone--that of concern. 'But I'm rael glad to see ye, lad,' he went
on somewhat uneasily, 'an' yer aunt'll be unco pleased. Come awa'
in, come awa' in! Ye've gotten a bit leave, I preshume. An' ye'll
be needin' yer denner--eh? But we'll sune see to that. 'Mphm!
Ay! Jist so! Eh--I suppose ye hadna time to write or wire--but
what's the odds? Ye're welcome, Macgreegor, rael welcome.
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