He will be quite miserable, and--they'll just laugh at him!" "Well, they'd better laugh at him when he isn't observing," said Harry.
"Do you think Ranald would really mind ?" interposed Kate, addressing Harry.

"Do you think he will feel shy and awkward?
Perhaps we'd better have him another evening." "No," said Harry, decidedly; "he is coming, and he's coming on Sunday evening.

He can't get off any other night, and besides, I'd have to lie to him, and he has an unpleasant way of finding you out when you are doing it, and once he does find out why he is not asked for Sunday evening, then you may say good by to him for good and all." "Oh, no fear of that," said Maimie, confidently; "Ranald has good sense, and I know he will come again." "Well," cried Harry, "if you are not going to treat him as you would treat De Lacy and that idiotic Sims, I won't bring him!" And with that he flung out of the room.
But Harry changed his mind, for next Sunday evening as the young ladies with De Lacy and his friend were about to sit down to supper in their private parlor, Harry walked in with Ranald, and announced in triumph: "The man from Glengarry!" Maimie looked at him in dismay, and indeed she well might, for Ranald was dressed in his most gorgeous shanty array, with red flannel shirt and silk handkerchief, and trousers tucked into his boots.

Sims gazed at him as if he were an apparition.

It was Kate who first broke the silence.
"We are delighted to see you," she cried, going forward to Ranald with hands outstretched; "you are become quite a hero in this town." "Quite, I assure you," said the lieutenant, in a languid voice, but shaking Ranald heartily by the hand.
Then Maimie came forward and greeted him with ceremonious politeness and introduced him to Mr.Sims, who continued to gaze at the shantyman's attire with amused astonishment.
The supper was not a success; Ranald sat silent and solemn, eating little and smiling not at all, although Mr.Sims executed his very best jokes.