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 then she told him all the story—as they walked along the wet
pavements, with the bedraggled passers-by hurrying through the rain, and
the tramway-cars and omnibuses and carts and cabs keeping up their
unceasing roar. But Agatha’s threats were no longer so terrible to
her—now that she had hold of Ronald’s arm; she glanced up at him from
time to time with eyes full of courage and confidence; a single glimpse
of him had driven away all these dire spectres and phantoms. Indeed, if
the truth were known, it was he who was most inclined to take this news
seriously; though, of course, he did not show that to her. No; he
affected to laugh at the idea that they could be kept from communicating
with each other; if she were to be sent back to Inver-Mudal, he said,
that was only anticipating what must have happened in any case; it would
no doubt be a pity to miss these few stolen minutes from time to time;
but would not that be merely a spur to further and constant exertion?
’Ay, lass,’ said he, ’if I could have any reasonable and fair prospect
to put before them, I would just go to your friends at once; but all the
wishing in the world, and all the work in the world, will not make next
spring come any the quicker; and until I’m a certificated forester I’m
loth to bother Lord Ailine, or anybody else, about a place. But what o’
that? It’s not a long time; and unless Mr. Weems is making a desperate
fool o’ me, I’ve a good chance; and Lord Ailine will do his best for me
among his friends, that I know well. In the meantime, if they will not
let you write to me——’
’But, Ronald, how can they help my writing to you, or coming to see you,
if I wish?’
’I was not thinking of your sister and her folk,’ he answered—and he
spoke rather gravely. ’I was thinking of your father and mother. Well,
it is not a nice thing for a young lass to be in opposition to her own
folk; it’s a sore trouble to both sides; and though she may be brave
enough at first, time will tell on her—especially when she sees her own
father and mother suffering through her defiance of them.’
’Then I am not to write to you, Ronald, if they say no?’ she asked
quickly, and with her face grown anxious again.
Well, it was a difficult question to answer off-hand; and the noise in
the streets bothered him; and he was terribly troubled about Meenie
having to walk through the rain and mud.
’Will you do this for me, Meenie?’ he said. ’I cannot bear to have ye
getting wet like this. If we were to get into an omnibus, now, and go
down the town, I know a restaurant where we could go in and have a
comfortable corner, and be able to talk in peace and quiet. You and I
have never broken bread together, quite by ourselves. Will you do that?’
She did not hesitate for a moment.
’Yes—if you think so—if you wish it,’ she said.
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