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Coming up to him, he proved to be a clown belonging to Bisset's habitation. His panic and surprise on seeing me made him aghast. In my present garb I should not have easily been recognised by my nearest kinsman, and much less easily by one who had seldom met me.
Mailsetter, interfering; "I hae had eneugh o' that wark Ken ye that Mr. Mailsetter got an unco rebuke frae the secretary at Edinburgh, for a complaint that was made about the letter of Aily Bisset's that ye opened, Mrs. Shortcake?"
Why need the man have been a stranger at all?" Bisset's face fell. "But surely you're not believing yon story that it was Sir Malcolm and Miss Farmond after a'?" His visitor stood absolutely silent for a full minute. Then he seemed suddenly to banish the line of thought he was following. "Is it quite certain that those two are engaged?" he asked. Bisset's face showed his surprise at the question.
This time she made no effort to divert Mr. Bisset's train of thought. "You think Mr. Cromarty interesting, then?" said she. "They say he's hanged a man with his ain hands," said Bisset impressively. "What!" she cried. "For good and sufficient reason, we'll hope, miss. But whatever the way of it, it makes a gentleman more interesting in a kin' of way than the usual run.
Bisset's sway over Keldale House was by this time almost despotic, he had begun to find that despotism has its lonely side, and to miss "the gentry." With an introduction, Mr. Carrington quickly discovered that Mr. Bisset and the mansion he supervised were alike entirely at his disposal.
Lilian's welcome, Lilian's embrace, and Lilian's congratulations were alike perfect. Cicely wondered how people could ever have said the critical things of her which some of her acquaintances were unkind enough to say at times. As to Bisset's dictum regarding the lady in the castle, that was manifestly absurd on the face of it.
Ned ate a little lunch and then smoked and stared at the fire while the wind droned and blustered without ceasing, and occasionally a cross gust sent the rain drops softly pattering on the panes. "I'm damned if I see a thing!" he suddenly exclaimed half aloud, and jumped to his feet. Before he had time to start for the door, Bisset's mysterious efficiency was made manifest again.
But, whether from indolence or design, he contented himself with leaving to imagination, which, in most cases, he knew, transcends reality, the task of justifying his eulogists, and perpetuating the tradition of their praise. Nor, in doing thus, did he act perhaps unwisely for his fame. Bisset's History of the Reign of George III.: "The late Mr.
But, warned by Beltran, the renegade, that it would be prudent to confine himself to the quarters assigned, he returned to his lodgings, and there, musing over this unexpected meeting with his brother-in-arms, awaited Bisset's return. At length the English knight appeared. But he did not seem quite himself.
Mailsetter, interfering; "I hae had eneugh o' that wark Ken ye that Mr. Mailsetter got an unco rebuke frae the secretary at Edinburgh, for a complaint that was made about the letter of Aily Bisset's that ye opened, Mrs. Shortcake?"
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