Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years AgoOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years Ago
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Domestic fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
“He’s no’ a new-fangled duke, as you know well; and as for the Douglas
family, it is neither here nor there. Ye were saying ye had received
information?” Miss Eelen divined her kinsman’s errand, though it
surprised her, but she would not help him out.
“Just that,” said Drumcarro; “I hear there’s none left out that are of a
good stock. Now I’m not a man for entertainment, or any of your nonsense
of music and dancing, nor ever was. I have had too much to do in my
life. But I’m told it will be a slight to the name if there’s none goes
from Drumcarro. Ye know what my wife is--a complaining creature with no
spirit to say what’s to be done, or what’s not--”
“Spirit!” cried Miss Eelen. “Na, she never had the spirit to stand up
to the like of you: but, my word, you would soon have broken it if she
had.”
“I’m not here,” said Mr. Douglas, “to get any enlightenment on her
character or mine. I’ve always thought ye a sensible woman, Eelen, even
though we do not always agree. They tell me it’ll be like a scorn put
upon Drumcarro if the lasses are not at this ploy. Confound them a’ and
their meddling, and the fools that make feasts, and the idiots that
yammer and talk! I’ve come to you to see what you think. There shall
come no scorn on Drumcarro while I’m to the fore.”
“Well, Neil, if you ask me,” said Miss Eelen, “I would have taken the
first word, and given ye my opinion if I had thought it would be of any
use; but it’s just heaven’s truth; and farewell to the credit of
Drumcarro when it’s kent there are two young women, marriageable and at
an age to come forward, and not there. It is just the truth. It will be
said--for that matter it is said already--that ye’re so poor or so mean
that ye grudge the poor things a decent gown, and keep them out of every
chance. I would not have said a word if you had not asked me, but that’s
just what folk say.”
Drumcarro got up hastily from his chair and paced about the room, and he
swore an oath or two below his breath that relieved his feelings. There
was a great deal more in Miss Eelen’s eyes. The “auld slave-driver” knew
that his name did not stand high among his peers, and his imagination
was keen enough to supply the details of the gossip of which his cousin
gave so pleasant a summary. “Ye may tell them then,” he said, “with many
thanks to you for your candid opinion, that Drumcarro’s lassies, when he
pleases, can just show with the best, and that I’ll thole no slight to
my name, any more than I would were I chief of this whole country as my
forbears were. And that’s what ye can tell your gossips, Eelen, the next
time ye ask them to a dish of tea--no’ to say you’re a Douglas yourself
and should have more regard for your own flesh and blood.”
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