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That family was supposed to have been a branch of the ancient family of Colquhoun, and it is certain that from it spring the Cowans that spread towards the Border.
She had recognized someone who had just entered the room, and Evadne, narrowing her eyes to see who it was, recognized him as Sir Mosley Menteith, a captain in the Colquhoun Highlanders, whose acquaintance she had made the day before, when he called upon her for the first time. He shook hands with Mrs.
Colonel Colquhoun did not take this last proof of Evadne's peculiar views at all well. He was becoming even more sensitive as he grew older to what fellows say or think, and he was therefore considerably annoyed by her conduct, so much so, indeed, that he actually spoke to her upon the subject himself. "People will say that I have married Mrs. Grundy," he grumbled.
They appeared together everywhere, at the Palace receptions, the opera, entertainments on naval vessels, dinners and dances, polo and picnics, and at church. If there was one thing that Colquhoun was more particular about than another it was, in the language of his own profession, church parade.
Mark my words Brian Luttrell won't be to the fore this time next year." "Where will he be, Colquhoun? Come, come, Brian's a fellow with brains. He won't do anything rash." "He'll be in his grave," said the lawyer, gloomily. "Hell be enjoying himself in the metropolis," said the doctor.
It was a bold glance, but not a defiant one; a resolute gleam, but yet a sad one. For days afterwards Mr. Colquhoun remembered that dauntless look. "No, Uncle Hugh," he said firmly. "Brian, where is yours?" Obedient to his father's command Brian brought one from his pocket. That very morning, not an hour ago, he had asked Jeff to lend him his knife, and had not returned it to its rightful owner.
However," she ventured to lift a hopeful head, "I have certainly always been able to manage Evadne," she turned to Major Colquhoun, "I can assure you, George, that child has never given me a moment's anxiety in her life; and," she added in a broken voice, "I never, never thought that she would live to quote books to her parents." Mr. Frayling found in his own inclinations a reason for everything.
"There!" he said, suddenly putting her away from him, and standing erect with the black frowning line very strongly marked upon his forehead. "I will tell you now why I did not try to keep Brian Luttrell in England. I knew that I ought to make a row about it. I knew that I was bound in honour to write to Colquhoun, to you, to Mrs. Luttrell, to any of the people concerned. And I didn't do it.
"All this, however, you must have observed for yourself, and I know that it is merely skimming about your question, not answering it. But I humbly confess, though it cost me your confidence in my 'keen insight' forever, that I cannot answer it. So far, Mrs. Colquhoun has appealed to me merely as a text upon which to hang conclusions.
There was apparently not a priest in the place. "It'll just be one of Master Hugo's lies," said Mr. Colquhoun, grimly. "There's a rod in pickle for that young man one of these days, and I should like well to have the applying of it to his shoulders. He's an awful scamp, is Hugo." There was a triumphant smile upon Hugo's face as he rode away from the lawyer's office.
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