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
’Yes, but sometimes they are not quite the same,’ said she rather
gently. She was thinking of the newcomer. Would he be the universal
favourite that Ronald was—always good-natured and laughing, but managing
everybody and everything; lending a hand at the sheep-shearing or
playing the pipes at a wedding—anything to keep life moving along
briskly; and always ready to give her father a day’s hare-shooting or a
turn at the pools of Mudal-Water when the spates began to clear? She
knew quite well—for often had she heard it spoken of—that no one could
get on as well as Ronald with the shepherds at the time of the
heather-burning: when on the other moors the shepherds and keepers were
growling and quarrelling like rival leashes of collies, on Lord Ailine’s
ground everything was peace and quietness and good humour. And then she
had a vague impression that the next keeper would be merely a keeper;
whereas Ronald was—Ronald.
’I’m sure I was half ashamed,’ said he, ’when I got his lordship’s
letter. It was as fair an offer as one man could make to another; or
rather, half a dozen offers; for he said he would raise my wage, if that
was what was wrong; or he would let me have another lad to help me in
the kennels; or, if I was tired of the Highlands he would get me a place
at his shooting in the south. Well, I was sweirt to trouble his
lordship with my small affairs; but after that I couldna but sit down
and write to him the real reason of my leaving——’
’And I’m certain,’ said she quickly, ’that he will write back and offer
you any help in his power.’
’No, no,’ said he, with a kind of laugh, ’the one letter is enough—if it
ever comes to be a question of a written character. But it’s just real
friendly and civil of him; and if I could win up here for a week or a
fortnight in August, I would like well to lend them a hand and set them
going; for it will be a good year for the grouse, I’m thinking——’
’Oh, will you be coming to see us in August?’ she said, with her eyes
suddenly and rather wistfully lighting up.
’Well, I don’t know how I may be situated,’ said he. ’And there’s the
railway expense—though I would not mind that much if I had the chance
otherwise; for his lordship has been a good master to me; and I would
just like to lend him a hand, and start the new man with the management
of the dogs and the beats. That’s one thing Lord Ailine will do for me,
I hope: I hope he will let me have a word about the man that’s coming in
my place; I would not like to have a cantankerous ill-tempered brute of
a fellow coming in to have charge of my dogs. They’re the bonniest lot
in Sutherlandshire.’
All this was practical enough; and meanwhile she had set to work to
clear the table, to make way for Maggie. When the young handmaiden
appeared with the tea-things he left the room for a few minutes, and
presently returned with a polecat-skin, carefully dressed and smoothed,
in his hand.
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