White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume IIBlack, William
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White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume II
Black, William
Yachting -- Fiction
"I would like to see ye settled at Denny-mains, Howard," said he. "And
ye would want a wife. Now if ye were to marry this young leddy, it
would be the delight of my old age to see ye both comfortable and well
provided for. And a better wife ye would not get within this country.
Not a better!"
Howard Smith stared.
"Why, uncle!" said he, as if he thought some joke was going forward.
We, who had been aware of certain profound plans on the part of
Denny-mains, were less startled by this abrupt disclosure of them.
"That is one of two things," said the Laird, with forced composure,
"that I wished to put before ye. If it is impossible, I am sorely
vexed. But there is another; and one or the other, as I have been
thinking, I am fairly entitled to ask of ye. So far I have not thought
of any return for what I have done; it has been a pleasure to me to look
after your up-bringing."
"Well, uncle," said the young man, beginning to look a little less
frightened. "I would rather hear of the other thing. You know—eh—that
is—a girl does not take anybody who is flung at her, as it were—it would
be an insult—and—and people’s inclinations and affections——"
"I know—I know—I know," said the Laird, impatiently. "I have gone over
all that. Do ye think I am a fool? If the lass will not have ye, there
is an end to it: do your best to get her, and that is enough for me."
"There was another thing—" the young man suggested timidly.
"Yes, there is," said the Laird, with a sudden change in his manner.
"It is a duty, sir, ye owe not to me, but to humanity. Ye are young,
strong, have plenty of time, and I will give ye the money. Find out
that man Smethurst; get him face to face; and fell him! Fell him!"—the
Laird brought his fist down on the table with a bang that made
everything jump, and his eyes were like coals of fire. "None o’ your
pistols or rapiers or trash like that!—no, no!—a mark on his face for
the rest of his life—the brand of a scoondrel between his eyes—there!
will ye do that for me?"
"But, uncle," cried the young man, finding this alternative about as
startling as the other, "how on earth can I find him? He is off to
Brazil, or Mexico, or California, long ere now, you may depend on it."
The Laird had pulled himself together again.
"I have put two things before ye," said he, calmly. "It is the first
time I have asked ye for a service, after having brought ye up as few
lads have been brought up. If you think it is unfair of me to make a
bargain about such things, I will tell ye frankly that I have more
concern in that young thing left to herself than in any creature now
living on earth; and I will be a friend to her as well as an old man
can. I have asked our friends here to listen to what I had to say; they
will tell ye whether I am unreasonable. I will leave ye to talk it
over."
He went to the door. Then he turned for a moment to his hostess.
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