Instead, the company offered its counsel, David Drummond, to the panel.
Allardyce was having tea with Drummond, who had been stopping in with a sore throat.
Perhaps never in his twenty-two years had young Drummond been so near a thrashing.
“Just as if it was likely that we should do anything rash,” said Drummond pettishly later on.
Drummond, a claimant of the honours and estates of the Earldom of Perth.
Miss Drummond was inexorable where health was concerned, and would not allow colds to be trifled with.
"That young man will be a credit to you, Drummond," he had said.
But Drummond played up his part in a most public-spirited fashion—gratifying, to say the least.
"The Captain and Miss Drummond are in the drawing-room, ma'am," said the maid.
Dr. Drummond has achieved the truest of lyrical successes; that of singing new songs, and in a new way.