Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume III)Black, William
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Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume III)
Black, William
Families -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; Older people -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Day after day went by, and week after week; but no tidings came of the
two fugitives. In such moments of interval as he could snatch from his
various pursuits (for he was writing for an evening paper now, and that
occupied a good deal of his time) his imagination would go wandering
away over the surface of the globe, endeavouring to picture them here or
there. He had remembered Maisrie’s injunction; he could not forget
that; but of what avail was it now? Busy as he was, he led a solitary
kind of life; much thinking, especially during the long hours of the
night, was eating into his spirit; in vain did Mrs. Ellison scheme and
plan all kinds of little festivities and engagements in order to get him
interested in Louie Drexel. But he was grateful to the girl, in a sort
of way; when they had to go two and two (which Mrs. Ellison endeavoured
to manage whenever there was a chance) she did all the talking; she did
not seem to expect attention; she was light-hearted and amusing enough.
He bought her music; sent her flowers; and so forth; and no doubt Mrs.
Ellison thought that all was going well; but it is to be presumed that
Miss Drexel herself was under no misapprehension, for she was an
observant and shrewd-witted lass. Once, indeed, as they were walking up
Regent-street, she ventured to hint, in a sisterly sort of fashion, that
he might be a little more confidential with her; but he did not respond
to this invitation; and she did not pursue the subject further.
Then the momentous wedding-day drew near; and it was with curious
feelings that Vincent found himself on the way to Brighton again. But
he was not alone. The two Drexel girls and Lord Musselburgh were with
him, in this afternoon Pullman; and Miss Louie was chattering away like
twenty magpies. Always, too, in an oddly personal way. You—the person
she was addressing—you were responsible for everything that had happened
to her, or might happen to her, in this country; you were responsible
for the vagaries of the weather, for the condition of the cab that
brought her, for the delay in getting tickets.
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