Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume I)Black, William
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Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume I)
Black, William
Families -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; Older people -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"Certainly, certainly!" the other made answer—he did not happen to
notice the expression on his friend’s face. "Something about
Scotland—Scotch poetry—I think when he wrote he said something about a
dedication, but that is an honour I hardly covet."
"In any case," observed the young man, "you have no right to say he
would accept money from—from anyone—from a stranger."
Then Lord Musselburgh did look up—struck by something in his companion’s
tone.
"Did I say that? I’m sure I don’t know. Of course it was on account of
the book that I ventured to give him some little help—oh, yes,
certainly—I should not have ventured otherwise. If he had been
offended, I dare say he would have said so; but I fancy the old
gentleman has had to overcome his pride before now. He seems to have
led a curious, wandering life. By the way, Vin, weren’t you very much
impressed by the young lady—I remember your saying something—"
Fortunately there was no need for Vincent to answer this question; for
now there began a general movement on the part of the remaining guests
to go upstairs to the drawing-room; and in this little bit of a bustle
he escaped from further cross-examination.
When at the end of the evening all the people had gone away, and when
Harland Harris had shut himself up in his study to finish his
correspondence—for he was going down the next morning to a Congress of
Co-operative Societies at Ipswich—Mrs. Ellison and her nephew found
themselves alone in the drawing-room; and the fair young widow must
needs return to the subject she had been discoursing upon at
dinner—namely, that this young man, in order to guard against pitfalls
and embroilments, should get married forthwith.
"You seem anxious that I should marry," said he, bluntly; "why don’t you
get married yourself?"
"Oh, no, thank you!" she replied, with promptitude. "I know when I have
had—" Apparently she was on the point of saying that she knew when she
had had enough; but that would not have been complimentary to the memory
of the deceased; so she abruptly broke off—and then resumed. "It isn’t
necessary for me to make any further experiments in life; but for you,
with such a splendid future before you, it is a necessity. As for me, I
mean to let well alone. And it is well—very well. I do believe, Vin,
that I am the only woman on this earth—"
"What?" he said.
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