The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20Stevenson, Robert Louis
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The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20
Stevenson, Robert Louis
French -- England -- Fiction; Prisoners of war -- Fiction
"I doubt very much, at least, whether you go the right way about it,"
she said. "You have come here to me, I cannot very well say how; I think
you will admit you owe me some thanks, if it was only for the breakfast
I made ye. But what are you to me? A waif young man, not so far to seek
for looks and manners, with some English notes in your pocket and a
price upon your head. I am a lady; I have been your hostess, with
however little will; and I desire that this random acquaintance of yours
with my family will cease and determine."
I believe I must have coloured. "Madam," said I, "the notes are of no
importance; and your least pleasure ought certainly to be my law. You
have felt, and you have been pleased to express, a doubt of me. I tear
them up." Which you may be sure I did thoroughly.
"There's a good lad!" said the dragon, and immediately led the way to
the front lawn.
The brother and sister were both waiting us here, and, as well as I
could make out in the imperfect light, bore every appearance of having
passed through a rather cruel experience. Ronald seemed ashamed to so
much as catch my eye in the presence of his aunt, and was the picture of
embarrassment. As for Flora, she had scarce the time to cast me one look
before the dragon took her by the arm, and began to march across the
garden in the extreme first glimmer of the dawn without exchanging
speech. Ronald and I followed in equal silence.
There was a door in that same high wall on the top of which I had sat
perched no longer gone than yesterday morning. This the old lady set
open with a key; and on the other side we were aware of a rough-looking,
thick-set man, leaning with his arms (through which was passed a
formidable staff) on a dry-stone dyke. Him the old lady immediately
addressed.
"Sim," said she, "this is the young gentleman."
Sim replied with an inarticulate grumble of sound, and a movement of one
arm and his head, which did duty for a salutation.
"Now, Mr. St. Ives," said the old lady, "it's high time for you to be
taking the road. But first of all let me give the change of your
five-guinea bill. Here are four pounds of it in British Linen notes, and
the balance in small silver, less sixpence. Some charge a shilling, I
believe, but I have given you the benefit of the doubt. See and guide it
with all the sense that you possess."
"And here, Mr. St. Ives," said Flora, speaking for the first time, "is a
plaid which you will find quite necessary on so rough a journey. I hope
you will take it from the hands of a Scots friend," she added, and her
voice trembled.
"Genuine holly: I cut it myself," said Ronald, and gave me as good a
cudgel as a man could wish for in a row.
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