Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 2 (of 3)Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 2 (of 3)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
“Met before?” said the doctor, inquiringly, as Harry stimulated by
the rude laugh of young Allenders, and the serious wonder of Lindsay,
made a strong effort to recover himself. “Seen my son in some other
place, Mr. Muir? I am glad of that, for blood is thicker than water;
and though we have lost an estate through your means, my young friend,
I hope we’ll have grace given us not to be envious, but to rejoice in
your exaltation as if it were our own; besides that, it would have been
very inconvenient to me--extremely inconvenient for my professional
duties--to have lived five miles out of town; and then the house is
such an old tumble-down affair. So I wish you joy, most heartily,
Mr. Muir. The income of Allenders’ estate would have been small
compensation to _me_, and Gilbert here has not settled to the harness
yet; so we’ve no reason to complain--not a shadow. Pray sit down--or
will you come up-stairs and see my wife and my daughters? Oh, we’ll not
disturb them; and being relations, they have heard of you, Mr. Muir--I
told them myself yesterday--and would like to see the new heir.”
“I say Muir, my boy, I’m delighted it’s you,” said Mr. Gilbert
Allenders, thrusting forward a great bony, tanned hand, ornamented with
a large ring. “Pleasant night, last night, wasn’t it? Glad to see we’ve
got another good fellow among us. Come along up-stairs and see the
girls.”
Mr. Gilbert Allenders had a rough voice, with the coarsest of
provincial accents; and to mend the matter, Mr. Gilbert put himself
to quite extraordinary pains to speak English, omitting his r’s with
painful distinctness, and now and then dropping a necessary h. It had
been a matter of considerable study to him, and he was very complacent
about his success.
Harry submitted with a bad grace to shake hands, and unconsciously drew
nearer to Lindsay.
But Lindsay, who only smiled at the vulgar Mr. Gilbert, instinctively
drew himself up, and turned his face from Harry. Harry Muir for himself
was nothing to the young lawyer; but Lindsay felt personal offence
mingle in the contempt with which he perceived how his client chose his
company--leaving himself solitary in their inn, to go and seek out a
party which could admit this Gilbert Allenders. Henceforth, Mr. Lindsay
might be man of business to the new heir--friend he could never be.
“I must be in Edinburgh this afternoon,” said Lindsay coldly. “Do you
accompany me Mr. Muir? for if you do not, I have accomplished all that
is necessary here, I fancy, and may take my leave.”
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