his kennel to the floor, with a loud noise, and would lie stiff and
still on the rug, as if in a fit; and then the simple Ta-ta would walk
over to investigate the case, and the monkey would seize her ears and
twist them round with jabbering triumph. I kept a small whip to
separate the combatants on these occasions, but I only dared use it
very sparingly; as, though its effect upon To-to's coarser nature was
salutary in the extreme in reducing him to instant love and obedience,
as the boot of the costermonger does his wife, the gentler Ta-ta would
look up at me with such piteous protest in her dark eyes that I felt
a brute for the next half hour.
From this room, the scene of most of my domestic life, I took a pair
of silver candlesticks and a Dresden cup and saucer. Into the unused
drawing-room, which I had had fitted up years ago in the Louis Quinze
style, I just peeped; but there was nothing very tempting in white and
gold curly-legged furniture tied up in brown holland on a cold
polished floor, so I locked the door again, and carried away my prizes
to the cottage, where they certainly improved the look of the
sitting-room mantelpiece.
I had no sort of carriage more convenient than a Norfolk-cart, so on
my way to Aberdeen I ordered a fly to be at Ballater Station on my
return with my new tenants. Both the ladies were already dressed for
their journey, and we started at once, Mrs. Ellmer hastening to inform
me that she had sent most of her luggage to some friends in London,
to account, I fancy, poor lady, for having only one shabby trunk and
two stage baskets. Babiole sat very quietly during the railway
journey, looking out of window at the now dreary and bleak landscape;
and I spoke so little that any one might have thought I would rather
have been alone. But, indeed, I was only afraid, from the happy
excitement which glowed in the faces of both talkative mother and
silent daughter, lest their bright expectations should be disappointed
by the simplicity and desolation of the place they persisted in
regarding as a palace of delights.
'It's a very homely place, you know,' I said solemnly, after being
bantered in a sprightly manner by Mrs. Ellmer upon my artfulness in
building myself a fortress up in the hills where, like the knights of
old, I could indulge in what lawless pranks I pleased. 'And I assure
you that nothing could possibly be more simple than my mode of life
there. Whatever of the bold bad bandit there may have been in my
composition ten years back has been melted down into mere harmless
eccentricity long ago.'
'Ah! you are not going to make me believe that,' said Mrs. Ellmer,
with a giddy shake of the head. 'Why, the very name Larkhall betrays
you.'
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