White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
At this she looked grave—nay, she did not care to conceal her
disapproval. For had she not been instructing Maggie in the mysteries
of housekeeping in a town—as far as these were known to herself: and had
not the little girl showed great courage; and declared there was nothing
she would not attempt rather than be separated from her brother Ronald?
’It would never do,’ said he, ’to leave the lass alone in the house all
day in a big town. It’s very well here, where she has neighbours and
people to look after her from time to time; but among strangers——’
Then he looked at the table.
’But where’s the tea ye said ye would ask Miss Douglas in to?’
’We were so busy with the Glasgow housekeeping,’ Meenie said, laughing,
’that we forgot all about it.’
’I’ll go and get it ready now,’ the little Maggie said, and she went
from the room, leaving these two alone.
He was a little embarrassed; and she was also. There had been no
_amantium irae_ of any kind; but all the same the _integratio amoris_
was just a trifle difficult; for she on her side was anxious to have
their old relations re-established during the brief period that would
elapse ere he left the neighbourhood, and yet she was hesitating and
uncertain; while he on his side maintained a strictly respectful
reserve. He ’knew his place;’ his respect towards her was part of his
own self-respect; and if it did not occur to him that it was rather hard
upon Meenie that all the advances towards a complete rehabilitation of
their friendship should come from her, that was because he did not know
that she was moved by any such wish, and also because he was completely
ignorant of a good deal else that had happened of late. Of course,
certain things were obvious enough. Clearly the half-frightened,
distant, and yet regretful look with which she had recently met and
parted from him when by chance they passed each other in the road was no
longer in her eyes; there was a kind of appeal for friendliness in her
manner towards him; she seemed to say, ’Well, you are going away; don’t
let us forget the old terms on which we used to meet.’ And not only did
he quickly respond to that feeling, but also he was abundantly grateful
to her; did not he wish to carry away with him the pleasantest memories
of this beautiful, sweet-natured friend, who had made all the world
magical to him for a while, who had shown him the grace and dignity and
honour of true womanhood, and made him wonder no less at the charm of
her clear-shining simplicity and naturalness? The very name of ’Love
Meenie’ would be as the scent of a rose—as the song of a lark—for him
through all the long coming years.
’It will make a great change about here,’ said she, with her eyes
averted, ’your going away.’
’There’s no one missed for long,’ he answered, in his downright fashion.
’Where people go, people come; the places get filled up.’
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