coming on a pretty long visit to him, and as you say you know the
family, I would feel glad to hear what you think of them."

"Misther Lindsay, or rather Misther Charles, and you will have a fine
time of it, sir. There's delightful fishin' here, and the best of
shootin' and huntin' in harvest and winter--that is, if you stop so
long."

"What kind of a man is Mr. Lindsay?"

"A fine, clever (*Portly, large, comely) man, sir; six feet in his
stockin' soles, and made in proportion."

"But I want to know nothing about his figure; is the man reputed good or
bad?"

"Why, just good or bad, sir, according as he's treated."

"Is he well liked, then? I trust you understand me now."

"By his friends, sir, no man betther--by them that's his enemies, not so
well."

"You mentioned a son of his, Charles, I think; what kind of a young
fellow is he?"

"Very like his father, sir."

"I see; well, I thank you, my friend, for the liberality of your
information. Has he any daughters?"