The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
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'Her costumes are _chic_,' continued Holcroft, '_chic_ to a degree!
How I admired her portrait in the Grosvenor Gallery; and wise was the
artist to label it "Fair to See."'
Allan glanced at his father, and his face clouded to hear all
this--praise though it was--in the mouth of Hawke Holcroft.
'You have an appreciation of beauty, apparently,' said young Cameron.
'Who has not? Thus, as Disraeli says, "the action of lovely woman on
our destiny is increasing," and, as Miss Raymond----'
'I am Miss Raymond's uncle and guardian,' said Lord Aberfeldie,
rather stiffly, and to Mr. Holcroft, as it seemed, a little
irrelevantly, though cutting short whatever he meant to say; for the
peer winced at the way in which his guest referred to his niece in
the hearing of gillies and gamekeepers, and, more than all, in the
presence of Allan, whose dark eyes wore rather a lowering expression;
but, as all had hearty appetites after their recent exercise and long
exposure in the keen, bracing mountain air of an autumn day, they
were inclined to use their knives and forks rather than their
tongues, and the subject, however pleasing to Mr. Holcroft, was
dropped.
The latter was not a pleasing type of Englishman, though his air and
bearing were thoroughly those of a gentleman. He had a good square
figure, but his legs were somewhat of the spindle order, as his
knickerbocker suit revealed. He was flaxen-haired, fair-skinned, and
somewhat freckled, with a tawny moustache and pale grey eyes; and
strange it was that these, though weak-looking, cunning, and shifty,
would assume at times, but covertly, a defiant, even ferocious
expression, if evil passions excited him.
He was almost destitute of eyebrows, but had a massive chin; and as
Allan Graham regarded him, as he lay stretched upon the grass
leisurely smoking, he by no means showed his father's sentiment of
friendship for this son of an old friend; and there grew in his
breast a mysterious instinct--almost a presentiment--that Holcroft
would in some way or other bring trouble upon them conjunctly or
severally.
After the keepers and gillies had their repast, the luncheon
apparatus was packed up, and, shouldering their rifles, the party set
out for the shooting-box, which was situated in a pretty glen a few
miles distant.
Angus, who was--as his father boasted--strong as Cuchullin, again
lifted the deer to the pony's back, and preceded by the family piper,
Ronald Gair, with his pipes in full blast to the air of 'The Birks of
Aberfeldie,' they departed down the winding path towards the dark
blue loch that lay at the foot of the solemn, pine-clad hills.
Like the gillies and keepers, Ronald was never seen without a sprig
of the _Buaidh craob na Laibhreis_ (the laurel-tree of victory), the
badge of the Grahams, in his bonnet.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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