Clergy -- Fiction; Love stories; Scotland -- Fiction
"How did it happen?" I asked more than once, but the Egyptian was only
with me in the body, and she did not hear. I might have been talking
to some one a mile away whom a telescope had drawn near my eyes.
When I put on my bonnet, however, she knew that I was going to Thrums,
and she rose and walked to the door, looking behind to see that I
followed.
"You must not come," I said harshly, but her hand started to her heart
as if I had shot her, and I added quickly, "Come." We were already
some distance on our way before I repeated my question.
"What matter how it happened?" she answered piteously, and they were
words of which I felt the force. But when she said a little later, "I
thought you would say it is not true," I took courage, and forced her
to tell me all she knew. She sobbed while she spoke, if one may sob
without tears.
"I heard of it at the Spittal," she said. "The news broke out suddenly
there that the piper had quarrelled with some one in Thrums, and that
in trying to separate them Mr. Dishart was stabbed. There is no doubt
of its truth."
"We should have heard of it here," I said hopefully, "before the news
reached the Spittal. It cannot be true."
"It was brought to the Spittal," she answered, "by the hill road."
Then my spirits sank again, for I knew that this was possible. There
is a path, steep but short, across the hills between Thrums and the
top of the glen, which Mr. Glendinning took frequently when he had to
preach at both places on the same Sabbath. It is still called the
Minister's Road.
"Yet if the earl had believed it he would have sent some one into
Thrums for particulars," I said, grasping at such comfort as I could
make.
"He does believe it," she answered. "He told me of it himself."
You see the Egyptian was careless of her secret now; but what was that
secret to me? An hour ago it would have been much, and already it was
not worth listening to. If she had begun to tell me why Lord Rintoul
took a gypsy girl into his confidence I should not have heard her.
"I ran quickly," she said. "Even if a messenger was sent he might be
behind me."
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