It was a Lover and His LassOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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It was a Lover and His Lass
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
While she thus made up for her inadvertent fault, Lewis walked slowly,
and with a certain solemnity, by Lilias' side towards Murkley. He was
suddenly stilled and calmed out of his excitement by the mere act
of turning towards the old castle. He said, in a subdued voice, "I
will go, if you will permit me, and pay my respects to Miss Jean. It
is possible that she might wish for a little music:" which he said
with a sigh, feeling in his heart that it was necessary to crush this
dangerous sentiment in his heart, to flee from the dangerous bliss and
elation that had filled his soul, and to establish himself steadily
beyond any doubt in his more sober fate.
CHAPTER XXIV.
They walked together very quietly towards the old house. The sound of
the voices of Philip and Katie behind them seemed to save them from the
embarrassment of saying nothing, and it seemed to Lilias that it was
a very friendly silence in which they moved along. The fierceness of
her anger died away from her, though she was still annoyed that Katie
should have betrayed her, and Lilias felt a sort of repose and ease in
the quietness of the young man by her side, who seemed, she thought,
instinctively to respect her sentiment. She gave him credit for a sort
of divination. She said to herself that she had known he would be
kind, that he had such a friendly face, just like a brother. When they
reached the door, she turned round to the others, saying good-bye, to
the discomfiture of both; for Katie had promised her mother to have no
meetings with Philip, and Philip knew that were he seen with Katie his
reception at home would not be cordial. But Lilias confined herself to
this little demonstration of displeasure, and allowed her little friend
to follow her into the coolness of the old hall, which was so strange
a contrast to the blaze of afternoon sunshine out of which they had
come. Lilias led Lewis across to the drawing-room door. She gave him a
smiling look to bid him follow her.
"I think Jean is here," she said; then added, softly, "I would come,
too, to hear the music, but I must speak to Katie; and two of us would
disturb Jean. It will make her more happy if she has it to herself."
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