Linen Company's Bank, he had the whole afternoon at his

disposal. He went by Princes Street enjoying the mild

sunshine, and the little thrill of easterly wind that tossed

the flags along that terrace of palaces, and tumbled the

green trees in the garden. The band was playing down in the

valley under the castle; and when it came to the turn of the

pipers, he heard their wild sounds with a stirring of the

blood. Something distantly martial woke in him; and he

thought of Miss Mackenzie, whom he was to meet that day at

dinner.

Now, it is undeniable that he should have gone directly to

the bank, but right in the way stood the billiard-room of the

hotel where Alan was almost certain to be found; and the

temptation proved too strong. He entered the billiard-room,

and was instantly greeted by his friend, cue in hand.

'Nicholson,' said he, 'I want you to lend me a pound or two

till Monday.'

You've come to the right shop, haven't you?' returned John.

I have twopence.'

'Nonsense,' said Alan. 'You can get some. Go and borrow at

your tailor's; they all do it. Or I'll tell you what: pop

your watch.'

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