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
And oh! wasn’t he a proud young man when he saw this rare and radiant
creature—clad all in white she was, save for a bunch of yellow king-cups
in her white sailor hat, and a belt of dull gold satin at her waist—when
he saw her step down into the boat, and take her place, and put out the
stroke oar with her prettily shaped hands. Her grandfather was already
in the stern-sheets, in possession of the tiller-ropes. When they moved
off into mid-stream, it was very gently, for the river was already
beginning to swarm; and he observed that she pulled as one accustomed to
pulling, and with ease; while, as he was responsible for keeping time,
they had nothing to be ashamed of as they slowly moved up the course.
Indeed, they were only paddling; sometimes they had to call a halt
altogether, when there was a confusion; and this not unwelcome leisure
they devoted to an observation of the various crews—girls in the
lightest of summer costumes, young men in violent blazers—or to a covert
inspection of the other house-boats, with their parterres and festoons
of flowers, their huge Japanese sun-shades and tinted awnings, and the
brilliant groups of laughing and chatting visitors.
"Oh, Mr. Harris, do look—isn’t that a pretty one!" Maisrie exclaimed, in
an undertone.
He glanced in the direction indicated, and there beheld a very handsome
house-boat, all of rich-hued mahogany, its chief decoration being
flowerboxes in blue tiles filled with marguerites. At the same instant
he found that a pair of eyes were fixed on him—eyes that were
familiar—and the next moment he knew that Mrs. Ellison, from the upper
deck of that mahogany house-boat, was regarding him and his companions
with an intense curiosity. But so swift was her scrutiny, and so
impassive her face, that ere he could guess at the result of her
investigation she had made him a formal little bow and turned away to
talk to her friends. Of course, with one hand on the oar he raised his
hat with the other: but the effect of this sudden recognition was to
leave him rather breathless and bewildered. It is true, he had half
expected her to be there; but all the same he was not quite prepared;
and—and he was wondering what she was thinking now. However, the
officials were beginning to clear the course for the first race; so the
gig was run in behind one of the tall white poles; and there the small
party of three remained until the rival crews had gone swiftly by, when
it was permitted them to return to the _White Rose_.
After luncheon he said he would leave his guests to themselves for a
little while, as he wished to pay a visit to a friend he had seen on one
of the other house-boats; then he jumped into the gig, made his way
along to the _Villeggiatura_, got on board, went up the steps, and found
himself among a crowd of people. Mrs. Ellison, noticing him, discreetly
left the group she was with, and came to him, taking him in a measure
apart.
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