'Yes, that is true,' he answered slowly; 'but you cannot see until you
have eyes.'
Before he set out again for the west I gave him a supper, asking the men
who had been with us in the old 'Varsity days. I was doubtful as to the
wisdom of this, and was persuaded only by Graeme's eager assent to my
proposal.
'Certainly, let's have them,' he said; 'I shall be awfully glad to see
them; great stuff they were.'
'But, I don't know, Graeme; you see--well--hang it!--you know--you're
different, you know.'
He looked at me curiously.
'I hope I can still stand a good supper, and if the boys can't stand me,
why, I can't help it. I'll do anything but roar, and don't you begin to
work off your menagerie act--now, you hear me!'
'Well, it is rather hard lines that when I have been talking up my lion
for a year, and then finally secure him, that he will not roar.'
'Serve you right,' he replied, quite heartlessly; 'but I'll tell you
what I'll do, I'll feed! Don't you worry,' he adds soothingly; 'the
supper will go.'
And go it did.
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