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
"Grandfather," said she—and her face was flushed a rose-red, though she
seemed to take no heed of her embarrassment, so earnest and imploring
was her speech, "You cannot forget the obligations you put yourself
under—to Lord Musselburgh and Mr. Carmichael, and perhaps others. You
undertook to write the book. If that is impossible now, it is a great
misfortune; but at least there is one thing you must do; you must
explain to them what has happened, and give them back the money."
The old man could no longer shelter himself behind his gay and
discursive optimism; he frowned impatiently.
"I have already told you, Maisrie," said he, in severely measured
accents, "—and you are grown up now, you might understand for
yourself—that there are times and seasons when the introduction of
business matters is uncalled for, and, in fact, unbecoming; and one of
these is, surely, when we come out to spend a pleasant evening with our
young friend here. I do not think it necessary that we should discuss
our business affairs before him—I presume he would consider such a thing
somewhat inappropriate at a dinner-table."
Maisrie’s lips quivered; and her grandfather saw it. Instantly he
changed his tone.
"Come, come," said he, with a cheerful good nature. "Enough, enough. I
can quite comprehend how the _res angusta domi_ may tend to give money,
and questions of money, an over-prominence in the minds of women. But
money, and the obligations that money may place us under, are surely a
very secondary affair, to one who looks at human nature with a larger
view. I thank God," he went on, with much complacency, "that I have
never been the slave of avarice, that even in times of great necessity I
have kept subsidiary things in their proper sphere. I do not boast; our
disposition is as much a matter of inheritance as the shape of our
fingers or feet; and that disposition may be handed down without the
accompanying circumstances that developed it. You follow me, Mr.
Harris?"
"Oh, yes," said the younger man, gloomily; that quiver of Maisrie’s lips
was still in his mind.
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