憧憬的夢幻

　　"Certainly not, my dear fellow! When you've read the evening paper critics' opinion of yourself you can stand anything. I am all for a free criticism; it lets you know where you stand at once."

　　We both became very amiable after that, and I offered him a fill of Macdonald's baccy. Then I brought out a bottle of whiskey, and we sat round the bothy fire like brothers.

　　"And now," I said, "tell me all."

　　"Well," he laughed, "it seems a dirty trick to drink a chap's whiskey and slate his ideas at the same time, doesn't it?"

　　"It might be worse," ; "you might slate his whiskey and drink in his ideas at the same time; and I've never met a man who could stand being accused of keeping bad whiskey, although I know dozens of men who will sit with a grin on their faces while you tear their philosophy of life to pieces."

　　"They grin at your ignorance, eh?"

　　"Exactly!"

　　Macdonald held up his glass to the light and eyed it thoughtfully.

　　"Macduff's theory is that if you spare the rod you spoil the child," he said.