Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Lady Eliza redoubled her pace. When they had almost come to the
dovecot, she told Macquean to hold up his torch. Cecilia, whose gown
had caught on a briar, and who had paused to disentangle herself,
hurried after her companions, and rejoined them just as he raised the
light.
As she looked, the glare fell full upon the walls, and on the figure of
Gilbert Speid standing with the blood running down his face.
CHAPTER VII
THE LOOKING-GLASS
GILBERT hurried forward as he saw Lady Eliza.
‘The pigeons are safe,’ he said. ‘I have locked up two of these rascals
in the dovecot. The third, I fear, has got away.’
‘Indeed, sir, I am vastly obliged to you,’ exclaimed she. ‘You seem
considerably hurt.’
‘He has had a stiff fight, ma’am,’ said Captain Somerville.
‘You are very good to have protected my property,’ she continued,
looking at the two gentlemen. ‘All I can do now is to send for the
police from Kaims, unless the dovecot is a safe place for them until
morning.’
‘Young Stirk has gone to Kaims with my carriage,’ said Somerville, ‘for
the door is not very strong, and I fancy your men have no wish to watch
it all night.’
‘It seems,’ said Lady Eliza, turning to Speid, ‘that I have only to be
in a difficulty for you to appear.’
Her voice was civil, and even pleasant, but something in it rang false.
Gilbert felt the undercurrent instinctively, for, though he had no idea
of her real sentiments towards himself, he recognised her as a person
in whose doings the unexpected was the natural.
‘I think I can do nothing more,’ he said, with a formality which came
to him at times, ‘so I will wish your ladyship a good-night.’
‘May I ask where you are going, sir, and how you propose to get there
in that condition?’
‘It is nothing,’ replied Gilbert, ‘and Whanland is a bare four miles
from here. With your permission I will start at once.’
‘Nonsense, Mr. Speid! You will do nothing of the sort. Do you suppose I
shall allow you to walk all that way, or to leave Morphie till your
face has been attended to? Come, Captain Somerville, let us go to the
house. Sir, I insist upon your coming with us.’
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