Miss Cheyne of Essilmont, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Miss Cheyne of Essilmont, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
The ash, the birch, and contorted beeches overhung the slopes on each
side, and there seemed an entire absence of human care about them;
and there in summer the sheep wandered among the tender grass, as if
they were the only owners of the domain; but Bevil Goring had but one
thought as he looked around him, and then turned lingeringly away.
'How delicious to ramble among these leafy glades with her! How
deuced glad I am that I have that poor fellow's ring, and can gratify
her--perhaps myself too. Bother the guard of to-morrow; but I must
get it over as best I may.'
He lighted a cigar, and at a trot took the road to Aldershot, but so
sunk in thoughts that were new and delicious that he forgot all about
his 'soothing weed' till it scorched his thick dark moustache.
Meanwhile let us follow Alison Cheyne into her somewhat sequestered
home.
She had blushed with annoyance when resigning the reins of her horse
to Gaskins, Lord Cadbury's groom, while thinking that there was
neither groom nor stable at Chilcote, though, as her father had told
her many a time and oft, there were stalls for four and twenty nags
at Essilmont, where others stabled their horses now; and sooth to
tell, for causes yet to be told, she was provoked at being under any
obligation to old Lord Cadbury, especially in the now reduced state
of their fortunes.
She was received with a bright smile of welcome in the entrance hall
by their sole male attendant, old Archie Auchindoir, Sir Ranald's
man-of-all-work, who looked resentfully after the unconscious groom
while taking away the horse, which he would gladly have retained for
his young mistress by force if he could, for Archie thought
regretfully of the once ample _ménage_ at far away Essilmont, where,
like his father before him, he had grown to manhood and age in the
family of the Cheynes.
He was true as steel to his old master, to whom, however, he
sometimes ventured to say sharp things in the way of advice; and to
the 'pock-puddings,' as he called the denizens of the present
locality, he fearlessly said sharper and very cutting things with a
smirk on his mouth and a glitter in his keen grey eyes, and with
perfect impunity, as they were addressed in a language to the hearers
unknown; but it gratified Archie none the less to utter them, as he
often did in the guise of proverbs.
'Papa at home?' asked Alison.
'Yes, Miss,' said he, receiving her gloves and switch. 'And waiting
anxiously for you, though ower proud to show it even to me; but, my
certie, it's the life o' an auld hat to be weel cockit.'
Their household was so small now that Alison had no maid to attend
upon her, and quickly changing her costume she sought at once the
presence of her father, smoothing her hair with her white hands as
she hurried to receive his kiss; for, so far as he was concerned,
Alison, in her twentieth year, was as much a child as when in her
little frocks.
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