‘Dear keep me, gudeman, but ye’re mair fashed than I could hae thought
it was in the power o’ nature for you to be,’--said Mrs. Walkinshaw,
surprised at his agitation.
‘The scoundrel! the scoundrel!’ said Claud, walking quickly across
the room--‘To cause sic a loss!--To tak’ nae advice!--to run sic a
ram-race!--I ought, I will, gar him fin’ the weight o’ my displeasure.
Betty Bodle’s tocher would hae been better than the Grippy--But he
shall suffer for’t--I see na why a father may na tak’ his own course as
weel as a son--I’ll no be set at naught in this gait. I’ll gang in to
Mr. Keelevin the morn.’
‘Dinna be oure headstrong, my dear, but compose yoursel’,’--said the
lady, perplexed, and in some degree alarmed at the mention of the
lawyer’s name.--
‘Compose thysel, Girzy, and no meddle wi’ me,’ was the answer, in a
less confident tone than the declaration he had just made, adding,--
‘I never thought he would hae used me in this way. I’m sure I was ay
indulgent to him.’
‘Overly sae,’ interrupted Mrs. Walkinshaw, ‘and often I told you that
he would gie you a het heart for’t, and noo ye see my words hae come to
pass.’
Claud scowled at her with a look of the fiercest aversion, for at that
moment the better feelings of his nature yearned towards Charles,
and almost overcame the sordid avidity with which he had resolved to
cut him off from his birthright, and to entail the estate of Grippy
with the Plealands on Walter,--an intention which, as we have before
mentioned, he early formed, and had never abandoned, being merely
deterred from carrying it into effect by a sense of shame, mingled
with affection, and a slight reverence for natural justice; all
which, however, were loosened from their hold in his conscience, by
the warranty which the imprudence of the marriage seemed to give him
in the eyes of the world, for doing what he had so long desired to
do. Instead, however, of making her any reply, he walked out into the
open air, and continued for about half an hour to traverse the green
in front of the house, sometimes with quick short steps, at others
with a slow and heavy pace. Gradually, however, his motion became
more regular, and ultimately ended in a sedate and firm tread, which
indicated that his mind was made up on the question which he had been
debating with himself.
CHAPTER XVIII
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