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Gladys nodded, gave her cloak and umbrella into the maid's hand, and went up-stairs, not with her usual springing step, but slowly, as if she were very tired. Hardy, who had a genuine affection for the young mistress of Bourhill, looked after her with some concern on her honest face. 'She doesn't look a bit like a bride, she said to herself. 'There's something gone wrong.
Never dae that again. Oh, my God, if ye kent, ye wadna let yer eyes licht on me, far less that. 'I know that we are very glad to see you again, and that you look very ill, dear Lizzie, said Gladys, her voice tremulous with her deep compassion; 'and I have come to take you away to Bourhill. Here is somebody quite ready, I think, to go.
Oh, Miss Gladys, excuse me for sayin't, but if ye had seen his face when I telt him ye were maybe to be mairried in September or October, ye wadna dae't. 'Why not? That could not possibly make any difference to me, Christina, replied Gladys quite coldly, though a slight tremor shook her. 'Well, I must go and change my gown. Bourhill is looking lovely to-day, I think.
'I hope you have come to stay a few days until to-morrow, at least? 'Are all your other guests away? inquired Mrs. Fordyce, with the faintest trace of hardness in her voice. 'Christina Balfour is here still. Her companion left this morning rather suddenly, said Gladys, and it was evident that she felt rather distressed. 'In fact, she ran away from Bourhill. 'Indeed! exclaimed Mrs.
Wait till mamma has taken her to Redfern, and then you and I may retire, my dear; we shall be eclipsed. 'If so, let us be resigned. One thing I know, you don't believe in presentiments, of course, you matter-of-fact young person, but I feel that she is to be mixed up with us in some mysterious way, and that some day, perhaps, we may wish we had never seen Miss Graham of Bourhill.
Look, Walter, she stopped him on the brow of the hill, with a light touch on his arm which thrilled him as it had never yet done, and sent the blood to his face. 'See, away over there, almost as far as you can see, on yon little hill where the trees are so green and lovely, is Bourhill, where the Grahams used to live. I told you how Uncle Abel said papa had such a desire to buy it.
Teen wondered somewhat at the hesitation with which the question was asked. 'Ay; he was here yesterday. 'And what did he say, Teen? Oh, I hope he was very gentle with her. 'I wasna in a' the time, but I'm sure that kinder he couldna hae been. He wanted her to gang to Colquhoun Street an' bide, but she wadna. 'Well, I hope she will come to Bourhill, and I think she will. Good-bye.
'I wish I had remained close; but now that I've let the cat out, I may as well tell the whole tale. It was only a fortnight ago that Saturday afternoon I was down at Bourhill. I had no intention of committing myself when I went, but somehow I got carried away, and asked her.
On the morning of the ninth of October, this announcement appeared in the marriage list of the Glasgow Herald, and was read and discussed at many breakfast-tables: 'At Bourhill, Ayrshire, on the 8th instant, Walter Hepburn to Gladys Graham. It may be added that it was a source of profound wonder to many, and of awful chagrin to a few.
Fordyce felt the above conversation to be so unsatisfactory that she occupied herself before dinner in writing a letter to her nephew, in which she treated him to some very plain-speaking, and pointed out that unless he made haste to atone for past shortcomings, his chance of winning the heiress of Bourhill was not worth very much.
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