'
'Will you not, if--?'
'You may make yourself one if you will. I will not speak a word to
gain you. I have shown you work. Do something, and you are of
Christ's Church.'
We were almost at the door of my lodging, and I was getting very
weary in body, and indeed in mind, though I hope not in heart.
Before we separated, I ventured to say,
'Will you tell me why you invited me to come and see you? Forgive
my presumption, but you seemed to seek acquaintance with me,
although you did make me address you first.'
He laughed gently, and answered in the words of the ancient
mariner:--
'The moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.'
Without another word, he shook hands with me, and left me. Weary as
I was, I stood in the street until I could hear his footsteps no
longer.
CHAPTER IX.
THE BROTHERS.
One day, as Falconer sat at a late breakfast, Shargar burst into his
room. Falconer had not even known that he was coming home, for he
had outstripped the letter he had sent. He had his arm in a sling,
which accounted for his leave.
'Shargar!' cried Falconer, starting up in delight.
'Major Shargar, if you please. Give me all my honours, Robert,'
said Moray, presenting his left hand.
'I congratulate you, my boy. Well, this is delightful! But you are
wounded.'
'Bullet--broken--that's all. It's nearly right again. I'll tell
you about it by and by.
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