Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume II)Black, William
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Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume II)
Black, William
Families -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; Older people -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"But what business had women ever with ruffs?" Lord Musselburgh
interposed. "Why, when the dandies and bucks of Henry VIII.’s time
began to make themselves splendid by puffing themselves out round the
neck, of course it was in imitation of the stag—as the stag becomes when
he is supposed to captivate the fancy of the hinds; but you don’t find
the hinds with any similar adornments. Such things are proper to males:
why should women try to look magnificent round the back of the neck? Why
should a hen covet a cockscomb? It’s all wrong—it’s against natural
laws."
"Natural laws in a milliner’s shop!" she said. "Oh, do look at those two
Italian girls; what English peasant-girl could choose colour like that?
I _should_ like to speak to them—for a moment."
Lord Musselburgh did not seem inclined to interfere.
"I dare say they may have been long enough in England," said he, "to
have picked up a little of the Italian that English ladies speak. You
may try them."
But she refrained; for at this moment one of the girls began to play a
few bars of _Funiculi-funicula_ evidently as an introduction to the
singing of her companion; whereupon Lord Musselburgh proposed that Mrs.
Ellison should cross over to look at the windows of one or two
jewellers’ shops—in which both of them happened to be much interested
just at this time.
The morning went by, and Vincent had caught no glimpse of Maisrie
Bethune or her grandfather; but indeed he had not expected that; the old
man would be busy with his books, and it was not likely that Maisrie
would come wandering by herself through this fashionable throng. When
at last the three friends got back to Brunswick Terrace, it was close on
luncheon-time; though here Mrs. Ellison was much surprised to learn that
Lord Musselburgh had engaged Vincent to lunch with him at the Bedford
Hotel.
"What’s the matter?" said she. "Business or billiards?"
"Neither," her fiancé made answer, "I only wanted to give you a little
holiday, for an hour or two."
"Not longer, then," she said. "For I am going out driving at three, and
I shall expect you both."
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