"God bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "Are you two young fellows the sons of
old friends of mine at Peebles?"
"We are, sir," answered Purdie. "This is Andrew Lauriston, and I am John
Purdie. And we're very glad to find that you remember something about our
people, Mr. Killick."
Mr. Killick again blessed himself, and after warmly shaking hands with his
visitors, bade them sit down. He adjusted his spectacles, and looked both
young men carefully over.
"I remember your people very well indeed!" he said. "I used to do a bit of
fishing in the Tweed and in Eddleston Water with your father, Mr. Purdie--
and I stopped some time with your father and mother, at their house, Mr.
Lauriston. In fact, your mother was remarkably kind to me--she nursed me
through an illness with which I was seized when I was in Peebles."
Lauriston and Purdie exchanged glances--by common consent Purdie became
spokesman for the two.
"Mr. Killick," he said, "it's precisely about a matter arising out of that
illness of yours that we came to see you! Let me explain something first--
Andie Lauriston here has been living in London for two years--he's a
literary gift, and he hopes to make a name, and perhaps a fortune.
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