"My dear Sir, "Your affectionate, obedient servant, "JAMES MACGREGOR DRUMMOND."
Below it began again in the hand of Catriona:-
"Do not be believing him, it is all lies together,--C. M. D."
Not only did she add this postscript, but I think she must have come near suppressing the letter; for it came long after date, and was closely followed by the third. In the time betwixt them, Alan had arrived, and made another life to me with his merry conversation; I had been presented to his cousin of the Scots- Dutch, a man that drank more than I could have thought possible and was not otherwise of interest; I had been entertained to many jovial dinners and given some myself, all with no great change upon my sorrow; and we two (by which I mean Alan and myself, and not at all the cousin) had discuss
