"True-blue," she said aloud, for her thoughts had reverted to the past;
and then, trembling with superstitious dread, "Miss Isa," she said,
"throw those flowers away--they're fatal, and bring nothing but misery
and despair to those who wear them. All those long years ago, and it
seems only yesterday that your poor mamma brought a bunch from the
marsh. If he has sent you those, it was cruel and heartless of him, at
such a time."
And angry with the maid who must have brought them, Jane made as if to
take them from her mistress's hand; but she stopped half way, trembling
more than ever, as she saw Isa press the simple blossoms to her breast
with both hands, her head thrown back, her blue-veined eyelids closed,
and her lips moving rapidly--for there, on her knees, she was invoking
Heaven's blessing on the sender, and praying for strength to carry her
through her trials.
Jane's anger had passed away, when, after a few minutes, she assisted
Isa to a couch; for there was something in the poor girl's face that
troubled her, and kept her hovering round as from a strange kind of
fascination.
Was she going to be ill? Had her poor nerves been drawn too tightly?
And would they snap beneath the unfair tension? At one time it seemed
to Jane McCray, when Isa started up as if listening, that there would be
no wedding the next morning.
But the preparations went on, and Sir Murray entertained a select party
at dinner. My lord, the Viscount, was in excellent spirits, and paid
frequent visits to the decanters. Certainly, a week had passed since
the money was due, but then he had written to Braham, telling him of the
day of the wedding; and the money-lender had sent a congratulatory
reply, to say that it was "all right," and that he very much regretted
his inability to attend himself.
The second course was on the table, and McCray was busy handing the wine
to the various guests, when a footman, who had just entered the room,
pulled him by the sleeve.
"Gude-sake, man!" he exclaimed, testily, "ye'll make that wine as thick
as mood!" when, hearing the man's whisper, he set the decanter down upon
the floor, and ran out.
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