I suggested the English classics.

'And very suitable. Ye can try poalitics, too. Ye'd better be a
Free-trader but convertit by Lloyd George. That's a common case,
and ye'll need to be by-ordinar common ... If I was you, I would
daunder about here for a bit, and no arrive at your hotel till after
dark. Then ye can have your supper and gang to bed. The Muirtown
train leaves at half-seven in the morning ... Na, ye can't come with
me. It wouldna do for us to be seen thegither. If I meet ye in the
street I'll never let on I know ye.'

Amos climbed into the gig and jolted off home. I went down to
the shore and sat among the rocks, finishing about tea-time the
remains of my provisions. In the mellow gloaming I strolled into
the clachan and got a boat to put me over to the inn. It proved to
be a comfortable place, with a motherly old landlady who showed
me to my room and promised ham and eggs and cold salmon for
supper. After a good wash, which I needed, and an honest attempt
to make my clothes presentable, I descended to the meal in a coffee-
room lit by a single dim parafin lamp.

The food was excellent, and, as I ate, my spirits rose. In two days
I should be back in London beside Blenkiron and somewhere
within a day's journey of Mary. I could picture no scene now
without thinking how Mary fitted into it. For her sake I held
Biggleswick delectable, because I had seen her there. I wasn't sure
if this was love, but it was something I had never dreamed of
before, something which I now hugged the thought of. It made the
whole earth rosy and golden for me, and life so well worth living