"Captain Bruce," said the earl, the angry color flashing all over his
pale face, "I was simply communicating a message to you; there was no
need for any farther questioning."
"I beg your pardon, Lord Cairnforth," returned the other, perceiving how
great a mistake he had made. "I have no right whatever to question, or
even to speculate concerning your heir, who is doubtless the fittest
person you could have selected."
"Most certainly," replied the earl, in a manner which put a final stop
to the conversation.
It was not resumed on any other topics; and shortly afterward, Malcolm
having come in with the announcement that the carriage had returned
from the Manse (at which Captain Bruce's sharp eyes were bent
scrutinizing on the earl's face, but learned nothing thence), the
cousins separated.
The captain had faithfully promised to be up at dawn to see the
travelers off, but an apology came from him to the effect that the
morning air was too damp for his lungs, and that he had spent a
sleepless night owning to his cough.
"An' nae wonder," remarked Malcolm, cynically, as he delivered the
message, "for I heard him a' through the wee hours walkin' and walkin'
up and doun, for a' the world like a wolf in a cage. And eh, but he's
dour the day!"
"A sickly man finds it difficult not to be dour at times," said the Earl
of Cairnforth.
Chapter 10
The earl reached Edinburg in the beginning of winter, and in those days
an Edinburg winter was a very gay season. That brilliant society, which
has now become a matter of tradition, was then in its zenith. Those
renowned support-parties, where great wits, learned philosophers, and
clever and beautiful women met together, a most enjoyable company, were
going on almost every night, and drawing into their various small
circles every thing that was most attractive in the larger circle
outside.
Lord Cairnforth was a long time before he suffered himself to be drawn
in likewise; but the business which detained him in Edinburg grew more
and more tedious; he found difficulties arise on every hand, and yet he
was determined not to leave until he had done all he wanted to do. Not
only in money, but by personal influence, which, now that he tried to
use it, he found was considerable, he furthered, in many ways, the
interests of Mr. Menteith's sons. The widow, too, a gentle, helpless
woman, soon discovered where to come to, on all occasions, for counsel
and aid. Never had the earl led such a busy life--one more active,
as far as his capabilities allowed.
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