We both enjoyed that walk back to Larkhall very much; she, because of
the delicious new sense of importance which our secret understanding
gave her; I, because there was now a link, however frail, between us,
and because I was already deep enough in the mire to feel that there
was but a maimed poor creature in my place when she was out of my
sight. It was dark when we got into the drive, and Mr. and Mrs. Ellmer
were both about, peering into bushes, and calling their daughter in a
futile way, rather to fill up the time when their _tete-a-tete_
palled, than because they really expected to find her under a
rhododendron or a laurel.
'I told you she was all right,' said the lady sharply, as we came up.
'Aha! Where have you been?' asked her husband with ponderous roguery.
'On Craigendarroch, papa,' answered Babiole simply, letting her arm
remain in mine, this being the straightforward way I had chosen of
making known the result of our meeting.
Mrs. Ellmer was eager to break up the party, and insisted that
Babiole's boots must be wet, and that she ought to come and change
them. But the artist had something to say first.
'She won't catch cold. She's been too well employed, haven't you,
Bab?' he asked, seizing her by the arm, with a laugh that set her
blushing.
I hastened to put a stop to this inquisition.
'She will tell you all about it presently. I think she had better go
with her mother now, while I speak to you, Mr. Ellmer.'
He let her go, being in high good humour, consequent upon the
discovery and appropriation of some whisky in his wife's cupboard. I
told him that his daughter had consented to become engaged to me, and
assured him that I would do my best to make her happy. He grew a
little maudlin over the hardship of parting with an only daughter,
which, though rather far-fetched, was to be expected; but he was
genuinely glad that she was well provided for, and took care to point
out to me with some shrewdness that his pride in his daughter was
perfectly disinterested, as he had been so long a waif and stray upon
the world that the world was considered by his relations as bound to
support him, even if he had not been, as he was, too proud to accept
from any man more than a mount when he was footsore, or a drink when
he was thirsty.
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