as it were, when it's his plain duty to set below the horizon.
Mysel', I think it's been fair over-rated. It's unnatural an' oot o'
the common, say what ye like."

"Of course it is," agreed Lorimer, who just then sauntered in from
his cabin. "Nature IS most unnatural. I always thought so. Tea for
me, Phil, please; coffee wakes me up too suddenly. I say, what's the
programme to-day?"

"Fishing in the Alten," answered Errington promptly.

"That suits me perfectly," said Lorimer, as he leisurely sipped his
tea. "I'm an excellent fisher. I hold the line and generally forget
to bait it. Then,--while it trails harmlessly in the water, I doze;
thus both the fish and I are happy."

"And this evening," went on Errington, "we must return the
minister's call. He's been to the yacht twice. We're bound to go out
of common politeness."

"Spare us, good Lord!" groaned Lorimer.

"What a delightfully fat man is that good religious!" cried Duprez.
"A living proof of the healthiness of Norway!"

"He's not a native," put in Macfarlane; "he's frae Yorkshire. He's
only been a matter of three months here, filling the place o' the
settled meenister who's awa' for a change of air."

"He's a precious specimen of a humbug, anyhow," sighed Lorimer