Y'always had a partiality for it, d'y' remember, up there
to the Collegiate? I used to think it'd be fine to travel
with samples, those days. But you were dead gone on the
law. 'N by all reports it pans out pretty well don't it?"
The young men had taken their way among the shifting
crowd together. Lorne Murchison, although there was
something too large about him for the town's essential
stamp, made by contrast, as he threaded the desultory
groups of country people, a type of the conventional and
the formed; his companion glanced at him now and then
with admiration. The values of carriage and of clothes
are relative: in Fifth Avenue Lorne would have looked
countrified, in Piccadilly colonial. Districts are
imaginable, perhaps not in this world, where the
frequenters of even those fashionable thoroughfares would
attract glances of curiosity by their failure to achieve
the common standard in such things. Lorne Murchison, to
dismiss the matter, was well up to the standard of Elgin,
though he wore his straw hat quite on the back of his
head and buried both hands in his trousers pockets. His
eye was full of pleasant easy familiarity with the things
he saw, and ready to see larger things; it had that beam
of active inquiry, curious but never amazed that marks
the man likely to expand his horizons.
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