The next morning brought him back, with some strange translations and
stranger foreign prints, where he knew my weakness; and I sat with the
two of them, laughing and criticising the pictures or the writings
until the luncheon time came, when it was impossible to turn a friend
out of one's house, and I urged him myself to stay with us, by which it
was near three when he set back to Arran Towers.
On the following morning he came again, with a flimsy excuse concerning
a mare he was thinking of purchasing; and so, by this and by that, he
managed to spend most of his time at Stair, and in Nancy's society,
seemingly unconscious of a wife he left at Arran for Sandy to console.
I grew so anxious that I lost sleep, my appetite went from me; I would
waken in the morning with a load on my breast as of guilt, and the
thought before me of having a situation to handle which by a mistake of
mine might be turned to a tragedy.
Walking from the burn with Father Michel one day we saw Danvers
Carmichael striding through the Holm gate toward Stair House, and the
glance that passed between us told me without words that the holy
father's thought was mine, which was that two people near Edinbro' Town
were playing very close to the fire.
"I've had some thought to speak to him of his conduct," Father Michel
said, "but it would have more effect coming from you, my lord."
As I entered the house, with a purpose half formed, I found Danvers in
the hall talking to Dickenson, by whom Nancy had sent word that one of
her headaches was upon her, and that she was, by reason of it, unable
to see any one.
The concern in Danvers's manner, the unconscious exhibition of
tenderness in his voice, stiffened my half-formed resolution, and I did
just what the impulse bade me.
"Step into the library here, Danvers," said I. "I want a word with ye."
He gave me a questioning look, following me with no words and stood
waiting for me to speak after I had cautiously closed the door.
"It's just come to this, Dandie," I said, "you must stop coming to this
house as ye do! Until ye had a wife there was never one who entered the
door more welcome, but as long as I have Nancy Stair to think about,
ye'll just have to end these visits entirely. With the matter of an old
love between you, an affair known to the whole town as well, your
conduct is fair impossible, and, what is more, misunderstood!"
And here again a difficult thing in him to handle appeared; never in
his life had he known fear and a lie was a stranger to his lips, for
his birth, gear, and rearing had given him a secured position in which
he did as he chose, with excuses to none, and a be-damned-to-you
attitude to all who found fault with him, and it was with the candor
and shamelessness resulting from these that my dealings lay.
"Misunderstood--how?" he repeated after me like an echo.
"Well," said I, "the gossips will be having it that ye're in love with
my daughter still."
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