Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Thus intoxicated with love, the time ran on with unheeded speed; yet my
master was unremitting in his studies. He had, with the consent of his
father, fixed upon the law as his profession, as the political opinions
of the latter gave his son small chance of rising in the army. Rose and
he had often exchanged vows of mutual constancy, until more fortunate
times for their love should arrive. Your father had pictured to himself
speedy success at the bar; and the first use he was to make of his fame
was to claim your mother from her aunts; and if they refused, as, from
the vain efforts he had made to gain their good graces, he had every
reason to expect, to wed her without their consent, or one farthing of
fortune. His father's consent he knew he could not hope for before the
marriage; but his forgiveness afterwards he had no doubt of obtaining.
Thus had he lulled himself into a pleasant dream of security, from which
he was soon awakened. It was in the beginning of the third session of
college, that one of the two aunts was taken suddenly ill, and died in a
few days, without making any will. Elizabeth, the younger sister, who
had never been very kind to Rose, was now her sole protector; and she,
sweet lady, was rendered very unhappy--a circumstance that gave great
pain and uneasiness to your father, and was the cause of the imprudent
step he took. Scarcely was the funeral over, when Mary her maid was
discharged, as an unnecessary burden; and, with my master's consent, she
and I were married. Aided by his bounty, I began housekeeping, still
waiting upon him; and, meanwhile, our house was the scene of the meeting
of the lovers. The penury and harshness of her aunt rendered the young
lady's life miserable. Her secret was communicated to my wife, who again
told my master. This precipitated the consummation of the long
courtship. He prevailed upon his beloved to give her consent to a
private marriage, that he might have the right to shelter her from
suffering longer from her aunt's tyranny. They were privately married in
my house, at the head of Mary King's Close.
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