Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 12, No. 32, November, 1873Various
Science
Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 12, No. 32, November, 1873
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
"Well, I think I have changed my mind about that, Sheila. I don't think
I shall go to the Lewis this autumn."
Her face became more and more embarrassed: how was she to thank him for
his continued thoughtfulness and self-sacrifice?
"There is no necessity," he said lightly. "The man I am going with has
no particular purpose in view. We shall merely go cruising about those
wonderful lochs and islands, and I am sure to run against some of those
young fellows I know, who are prowling about the fishing-villages with
portable easels. They are good boys, those boys. They are very
hospitable, if they have only a single bedroom in a small cottage as
their studio and reception-room combined. I should not wonder, Sheila,
if I went ashore somewhere, and put up my lot with those young fellows,
and listened to their wicked stories, and lived on whisky and herrings
for a month. Would you like to see me return to Whitehall in kilts? And
I should go into the office and salute everybody with 'And are you ferry
well?' just as Mairi does. But don't be downhearted, Mairi. You speak
English a good deal better than many English folks I know; and by the
time you go back to the Lewis we shall have you fit to become a
school-mistress, not only in Borva, but in Stornoway itself."
"I wass told it is ferry good English they hef in Stornoway," said
Mairi, not very sure whether Mr. Ingram was joking or not.
"My dear child," he cried, "I tell you it is the best English in the
world. If the queen only knew, she would send her grandchildren to be
educated there. But I must go now. Good-bye, Mairi. I mean to come and
take you to a theatre some night soon."
Sheila accompanied him out into the hall. "When shall you see him?" she
said with her eyes cast down.
"This evening," he answered.
"I should like you to tell him that I am well, and that he need not be
anxious about me."
"And that is all?"
"Yes, that is all."
"Very well, Sheila. I wish you had given me a pleasanter message to
carry, but when you think of doing that I shall be glad to take it."
Ingram left, and hastened in to his office. Sheila's affairs were
considerably interfering with his attendance there--there could be no
question of that--but he had the reputation of being able to get through
his work thoroughly, whatever might be the hours he devoted to it, so
that he did not greatly fear being rebuked for his present
irregularities. Perhaps if a grave official warning had been probable,
even that would not have interfered much with his determination to do
what could be done for Sheila.
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