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For it was the room to which Richard Luttrell had been carried when they brought him back to Netherglen. Kitty was beside him, and, with her, Elizabeth, who had come from Dunmuir on hearing of the accident. These two women, knowing as they did the many evil deeds which he had committed, did not refuse him their gentle ministry. When they saw the pain that he suffered, their hearts bled for him.
We shall expect you on Saturday, if we hear nothing to the contrary from you. Uncle Alfred will meet you at Dunmuir." "There is something wrong here," gasped poor Mrs. Baxter. "What has become of that child if she is not with her friends? What does it mean?" No sooner had the carriage door closed, than Kitty began to question her companion about the accident to her father.
Good-bye, Hugo; take care of yourself, and don't be too downhearted. Poor Brian always told me to look after you, and I will." But the assurance did not carry the consolation to Hugo's mind which Mr. Colquhoun intended. The two lawyers drove away to Dunmuir together.
"Nay," she said, "kiss me on the cheek, not on the hand, Brian. I let Hugo Luttrell do it, because of his foreign blood; but you have only a foreign training which you must forget. They said something about your wearing a priest's dress: I am glad you did not wear it here, for you would have been mobbed in Dunmuir. It's a sad pity that you're a Papist, Brian; but we must set Mr.
He was still inwardly fuming when he seated himself beside Elizabeth that afternoon in a little low carriage drawn by two grey ponies an equipage which she specially affected in order to drive to Dunmuir. For full five minutes neither of them spoke, but at last Elizabeth said, with a faint accent of surprise: "I thought you had something to say to me."
And, indeed, Percival dropped it for the remainder of his visit, and, although he talked of scarcely anything but trivial topics, he went away feeling as if Mr. Colquhoun was no longer an enemy, but a confidential friend. On his return to the hotel, he found that Vivian had gone out with Arthur Fane. He occupied himself with strolling idly about Dunmuir till they came back.
There was a dreariness in her tone which went to Rupert's heart. "Take courage," he said. "Brian and Elizabeth will be in Dunmuir to-night. Shall they come to see you?" "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" cried Kitty. "Let them come at once at once, tell them. You will see them, will you not?" She had forgotten Rupert's blindness.
He had no desire to return to Netherglen. "I am going to Dunmuir," said Dino. "You can walk on with me." Hugo made no opposition. He turned his face vaguely in the specified direction, and moved onward; but the sound of Dino's voice, clear and cold, gave him a thrill of shame, amounting to positive physical pain. "Walk before me, if you please. I cannot trust you."
Three times she tried to call his name, with an agony of effort which, perhaps, brought her back to consciousness for the dream, if dream it was, vanished, and she awoke. Awoke to the remembrance of what she had heard, concerning Hugo's attempt on Dino's life, and the fact that she had sent her son out of the house to walk to Dunmuir alone.
And then a host of vividly-pictured images began to succeed each other with frightful rapidity across the tabula rasa of her mind. It seemed to her in that quiet hour she saw her son as he walked dawn the dark road to Dunmuir. The moon was just rising; the trees on either hand lifted their gaunt branches to a wild and starless sky.
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