Miss Bethune put up her hands to her ears, she stamped her foot upon the
ground. “How dare ye--how dare ye?” she cried. “Either man or woman that
repeats that fool story to me is no friend of mine. My child, that I’ve
felt in my heart growing up, and seen him boy and man! What’s that old
man’s word--a stranger that knows nothing, that had even forgotten what
he was put up to say--in comparison with what is in my heart? Is there
such a thing as nature, or no? Is a mother just like any other person,
no better, rather worse? Oh, woman!--you that are a woman! with no call
to be rigid about your evidence like a man--what’s your evidence to me?
I will just tell him when he comes back. ‘My bonnie man,’ I will say,
‘you have been driven here and there in this world, and them that liked
you best have failed you; but here is the place where you belong, and
here is a love that will never fail!’”
“Oh, my dear leddy, my own mistress,” cried Gilchrist, “think--think
before you do that! He will ask ye for the evidence, if I am not to ask
for it. He’s a fine, independent-spirited young gentleman, and he will
just shake his head, and say he’ll lippen to nobody again. Oh, dinna
deceive the young man! Ye might find out after----”
“What, Gilchrist? Do you think I would change my mind about my own son,
and abandon him, like this woman, at the last?”
“I never knew you forsake one that trusted in ye, I’m not saying that;
but there might come one after all that had a better claim. There might
appear one that even the like of me would believe in--that would have
real evidence in his favour, that was no more to be doubted than if he
had never been taken away out of your arms.”
Miss Bethune turned round quick as lightning upon her maid, her eyes
shining, her face full of sudden colour and light. “God bless you,
Gilchrist!” she cried, seizing the maid by her shoulders with a half
embrace; “I see now you have never believed in that story--no more than
me.”
Poor Gilchrist could but gape with her mouth open at this unlooked-for
turning of the tables. She had presented, without knowing it, the
strongest argument of all.
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