I was glad I was going to meet him.
"Here's Harry Lauder wants to meet you, Tom," said Munroe.

"Shake hands with him.

You're both good fellows." Tinsley was as cordial as he could be.

We sat and chatted for a bit, and I managed to banish my depression, and keep up my end of the conversation in gude enow fashion, bad as I felt.

But when, Munroe put in a word aboot ma business in London I saw a shadow come over Tinsley's face.