White Heather: A Novel (Volume 3 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 3 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
’What?’ she said, with a touch of remonstrance in her look. ’Have you
so soon forgotten the fine prospects you started away with? Surely not!
Why, it was only the other day I had a letter from Miss Hodson—the young
American lady, you remember—and she was asking all about you, and
whether you had passed the examination yet; and she said her father and
herself were likely to come over next spring, and hoped to hear you had
got the certificate.’
He seemed to pay no heed to this news.
’I wish I had never left Inver-Mudal,’ he said. ’I was content there;
and what more can a man wish for anywhere? It’s little enough of that
I’ve had since I came to this town. But for whatever has happened to me,
I’ve got myself to blame; and—and I beg your pardon, Miss Douglas, I
will not bother you with any poor concerns of mine——’
’But if I wish to be bothered?’ she said quickly. ’Ronald, do you know
why I have come from the Highlands?’
Her face was blushing a rosy red; but her eyes were steadfast and clear
and kind; and she had stopped in her walk to confront him.
’I heard the news of you—yes, I heard the news,’ she continued; and it
was his eyes, not hers, that were downcast; ’and I knew you would do
much for me—at least, I thought so,—and I said to myself that if I were
to go to Glasgow, and find you, and ask you for my sake to give me a
promise——’
’I know what ye would say, Miss Douglas,’ he interposed, for she was
dreadfully embarrassed. ’To give up the drink. Well, it’s easily
promised and easily done, now—indeed, I’ve scarce touched a drop since
ever I got the bit of heather you sent me. It was a kind thing to think
of—maybe I’m making too bold to think it was you that sent it——’
’I knew you would know that it was I that sent it—I meant you to know,’
she said simply.
’It was never any great love of the drink that drove me that way,’ he
said. ’I think it was that I might be able to forget for a while.’
’To forget what, Ronald?’ she asked, regarding him.
’That ever I was such a fool as to leave the only people I cared for,’
he answered frankly, ’and come away here among strangers, and bind
myself to strive for what I had no interest in. But bless me, Miss
Douglas, to think I should keep ye standing here—talking about my poor
affairs——’
’Ronald,’ she said calmly, ’do you know that I have come all the way to
Glasgow to see you and to talk about your affairs and nothing else; and
you are not going to hurry away? Tell me about yourself. What are you
doing? Are you getting on with your studies?’
He shook his head.
’No, no. I have lost heart that way altogether. Many’s the time I have
thought of writing to Lord Ailine, and asking to be taken back, if it
was only to look after the dogs. I should never have come to this town;
and now I am going away from it, for good.’
’Going away? Where?’ she said, rather breathlessly.
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