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
’And another—that you will work hard and try and get the forestry
certificate?’
’What’s the use of that, lass?’ said he, forgetting his respect for her.
’I have put all that away now. That’s all away beyond me now.’
’No,’ she said proudly. ’No. It is not. Oh, do you think that the
people who know you do not know what your ability is? Do you think they
have lost their faith in you? Do you think they are not still looking
forward and hoping the time may come that they may be proud of your
success, and—and—come and shake hands with you, Ronald—and say how glad
they are? And have you no regard for them, or heed for their—their
affection towards you?’
Her cheeks were burning red, but she was far too much in earnest to
measure her phrases; and she held his hand in an imploring kind of way;
and surely, if ever a brave and unselfish devotion and love looked out
from a woman’s eyes, that was the message that Meenie’s eyes had for him
then.
’I had a kind of fancy,’ he said, ’that if I could get abroad—with one
o’ those Highland regiments—there might come a time when I could have
the chance of winning the V.C.—the Victoria Cross, I mean; ay, and it
would have been a proud day for me the day that I was able to send that
home to you.’
’To me, Ronald?’ she said, rather faintly.
’Yes, yes,’said he. ’Whatever happened to me after that day would not
matter much.’
’But you have promised——’
’And I will keep that promise, and any others you may ask of me, Miss
Douglas.’
’That you will call me Meenie, for one?’ she said, quite simply and
frankly.
’No, no; I could not do that,’ he answered—and yet the permission
sounded pleasant to the ear.
’We are old friends, Ronald,’ she said. ’But that is a small matter.
Well, now, I must be getting back home; and yet I should like to see you
again soon, Ronald, for there are so many things I have to talk over
with you. Will you come and see my sister?’
His hesitation and embarrassment were so obvious that she instantly
repented her of having thrown out this invitation; moreover, it occurred
to herself that there would be little chance of her having any private
speech of Ronald (which was of such paramount importance at this moment)
if he called at Queen’s Crescent.
’No, not yet,’ she said, rather shamefacedly and with downcast eyes;
’perhaps, since—since there are one or two private matters to talk over,
we—we could meet just as now? It is not—taking up too much of your time,
Ronald?’
’Why,’ said he, ’if I could see you for a moment, any day—merely to say
"good morning"—that would be a well-spent day for me; no more than that
used to make many a long day quite happy for me at Inver-Mudal.’
’Could you be here to-morrow at eleven, Ronald?’ she asked, looking up
shyly.
’Yes, yes, and gladly!’ he answered; and presently they had said
good-bye to each other; and she had set out for Queen’s Crescent by
herself; while he turned towards the east.
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