“The gentleman you saw,” she said, addressing Agnes, and feeling, to her
great annoyance, that she blushed, “has gone off in search of these
people. He is to go to Guernsey; first and in the meantime we have put
advertisements in all the papers for John Macgregor.”
“Adver-tisements!” said Agnes, with dismay. “To give him notice that he
may get out of the way and hide himself.”
“Why should he get out of the way and hide himself?”
“It is how they aye do,” said Agnes, obstinately adhering to her own
theory. “Whenever a man is wanted for anything, that’s what aye happens.
And I would do it myself. If there was an adver-tisement for me in the
papers, I would leave my place, or change my lodgings in a moment. Eh,
that would I! I would not let myself be taken in a net. And John
Macgregor’s no a fool--no such a fool as to come for an advertisement.
Na, Miss Heriot, it would have been better to have left it to me.”
The mother drew near, also interested in this question. It was the first
time she had taken any distinct interest in it.
“I ken naething about it,” she said, “but putting a man’s name in the
papers is like sending a hue and cry after him. I ken John Macgregor,
though I put nae trust in him. Ye’ll never tell me that he’ll be brought
back by that.”
“No,” said Agnes. They both came near, and stood by shaking their heads;
while Isabell, with a face which gradually grew more and more keen with
anxiety, raised her eyes to Marjory, and put her thin hands together.
“It’s my last hope,” she said.
Perhaps there was just enough of old-fashioned prejudice in Marjory’s
own mind to agree with them a little, and she knew how strong that
prejudice was amongst this class. But somehow the protest thus made
against her proceedings roused in her again the fastidious and fanciful
disgust which only occurred to her mind after she had thrown her whole
heart into this effort.
“Well,” she said, somewhat coldly, “if what I do is unsuccessful, you
can then take it back into your hands. We can only adopt the means we
think best. It is not my place to interfere at all; all my friends have
told me as much.”
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