as well as blind.

"You'll meet the lady of the future some day," said David dryly.
"And in spite of your scorn I venture to predict that if fate
doesn't bring her before long you'll very soon start out to look
for her. A word of advice, oh, son of your mother. When you go
courting take your common sense with you."

"Do you think I shall be likely to leave it behind?" asked Eric
amusedly.

"Well, I mistrust you," said David, sagely wagging his head.
"The Lowland Scotch part of you is all right, but there's a
Celtic streak in you, from that little Highland grandmother of
yours, and when a man has that there's never any knowing where it
will break out, or what dance it will lead him, especially when
it comes to this love-making business. You are just as likely as
not to lose your head over some little fool or shrew for the sake
of her outward favour and make yourself miserable for life. When
you pick you a wife please remember that I shall reserve the
right to pass a candid opinion on her."

"Pass all the opinions you like, but it is MY opinion, and mine
only, which will matter in the long run," retorted Eric.

"Confound you, yes, you stubborn offshoot of a stubborn breed,"
growled David, looking at him affectionately. "I know that, and
that is why I'll never feel at ease about you until I see you
married to the right sort of a girl. She's not hard to find.
Nine out of ten girls in this country of ours are fit for kings'