Black humor; Country life -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
"Nothing was, therefore, ventured on my part which could raise
suspicion, and, as the confidential friend of the lovers, I prepared
every thing for their secret marriage. The pastor of the parish
agreed to perform the ceremony, prevailed upon by an argument which
I used to him, and which Clara, had she guessed it, would have
little thanked me for. I led the honest man to believe, that, in
declining to do his office, he might prevent a too successful lover
from doing justice to a betrayed maiden; and the parson, who, I
found, had a spice of romance in his disposition, resolved, under
such pressing circumstances, to do them the kind office of binding
them together, although the consequence might be a charge of
irregularity against himself. Old Mowbray was much confined to his
room, his daughter less watched since Frank had removed from the
neighbourhood--the brother (which, by the by, I should have said
before) not then in the country--and it was settled that the lovers
should meet at the Old Kirk of Saint Ronan's when the twilight
became deep, and go off in a chaise for England so soon as the
ceremony was performed.
"When all this was arranged save the actual appointment of the day,
you cannot conceive the happiness and the gratitude of my sage
brother. He looked upon himself as approaching to the seventh
heaven, instead of losing his chance of a good fortune, and
encumbering himself at nineteen with a wife, and all the
probabilities of narrow circumstances, and an increasing family.
Though so much younger myself, I could not help wondering at his
extreme want of knowledge of the world, and feeling ashamed that I
had ever allowed him to take the airs of a tutor with me; and this
conscious superiority supported me against the thrill of jealousy
which always seized me when I thought of his carrying off the
beautiful prize, which, without my address, he could never have
made his own.--But at this important crisis, I had a letter from my
father, which, by some accident, had long lain at our lodgings in
Edinburgh; and then visited our former quarters in the Highlands;
again returned to Edinburgh, and at length reached me at Marchthorn
in a most critical time.
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