Mackenzie need not have been afraid. Strange as it may appear, Lavender
was well content with the wet weather. No depression or impatience or
remonstrance was visible on his face when he went to the blurred
windows, day after day, to see only the same desolate picture--the dark
sea, the wet rocks, the gray mists over the moorland and the shining of
the red gravel before the house. He would stand with his hands in his
pocket and whistle “Love in thine eyes forever plays,” just as if he
were looking out on a cheerful Summer sunrise. When he and Sheila went
to the door, and were received by a cold blast of wet wind and a driving
shower of rain, he would slam the door to again, with a laugh, and pull
the girl back into the house. Sometimes she would not be controlled; and
then he would accompany her about the garden as she attended to her
duties, or would go down to the shore with her to give Bras a run. From
these excursions he returned in the best of spirits, with a fine color
in his face; until, having got accustomed to heavy boots, impervious
frieze and the discomfort of wet hands, he grew to be about as
indifferent to the rain as Sheila herself, and went fishing or shooting
or boating with much content, whether it was wet or dry.
“It has been the happiest month of my life--I know that,” he said to
Mackenzie as they stood together on the quay at Stornoway.
“And I hope you will hef many like it in the Lewis,” said the old man,
cheerfully.
“I think I should soon learn to become a Highlander up here,” said
Lavender, “if Sheila would only teach me the Gaelic.”
“The Gaelic!” cried Mackenzie impatiently. “The Gaelic! It is none of
the gentlemen who will come here in the Autumn will want the Gaelic; and
what for would you want the Gaelic--ay, if you was staying here all the
year round?”
“But Sheila will teach me all the same, won’t you, Sheila?” he said,
turning to his companion, who was gazing somewhat blankly at the rough
steamer and at the rough gray sea beyond the harbor.
“Yes,” said the girl; she seemed in no mood for joking.
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