Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“O, no: but he watches the fires till they smoulder. If it is calm for a
few minutes, so that the tall flame can shoot up from among the smoke,
you might think you saw that very flame in his eyes.”
“He is ever on the watch for such fires,” said Fergus. “It was but
lately that he pointed to the northern lights one clear evening, and
told me that kelping time was come again over the sea.”
“Why do you not carry him somewhere out of sight of the fires?” asked
the laird. “Does he know the purpose of the removal too well to be
satisfied?”
“He does, your honour: and, more than that, he must not be crossed in
his love of what is beautiful to the eyes that God gave him. God has
given him pleasures of his own, and he shall never be stinted in them by
me.”
Ella would not have spoken of Archie if Mr. Callum had been present.
Finding himself not wanted on the shore, he had gone up to the farm to
inspect the condition of the family; and now returned to say that the
boys were so ill of the fever, that he strongly advised the laird not to
enter their dwelling. Ella had, therefore, the honour of entertaining
her landlord, which she did as courteously as any mistress of castle and
park could have done. She formally invited Mr. Callum also, but he
abruptly excused himself, and hastened away.
Archie was still asleep when they returned to the cottage. As the laird
stood over him, and observed his flushed face, he offered that the
doctor, whom he should immediately send, should examine Archie before he
proceeded to the farm; but this Ella declined.
“He wants rest and soothing,” said she, “and that no strange face should
cross him till he has forgotten the last night. There is nothing that
gives ease so well as sleep like his; and there are none that can soothe
him like myself, if I may say so; and no man shall so much as stroke his
head these many days.”
In her heart she added, “Unless it be Angus.”
The laird had no opportunity of showing that he took her hint, for the
time arrived for his departure before Archie awoke.
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CHAPTER VIII.
SECLUSION NOT PEACE
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