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The division of Heth and that of Pender, now commanded by Pettigrew, marched all night long in a drenching rain and over a very muddy road toward Falling Waters, where the engineers had constructed a pontoon bridge across the river.
It is an auld sin, and there have aye been daughters o' Heth to plague honest houses wi'. But sit down, my lad; I came to talk wi' ye anent some decenter way of life than this." The talk was not altogether a pleasant one; but both yielded something, and it was finally agreed that as soon as Whaley could pick up a man to fill Davie's place Davie should return home.
And in the House of Heth there was felt a vernal exuberance, indeed: permeating papa even, extending to the very servants. Mr. Heth had received the news of the great event with profound satisfaction, asserting unequivocally that Canning was the finest young man he had ever seen.
She said, smiling, that she had cried all one day about it.... "Why is it assumed, really," said she, "that women are such poor little butterflies that amusing and being amused should absorb all their energies? I don't think of myself as a pet, do you, Miss Heth? Give us something solid to do, and the world wouldn't be so full of discontented women. Do you know, if I had a daughter," said Mrs.
Heth in getting a dollar's worth of results for each dollar expended.... Carlisle and her father chatted pleasantly about the remarkable spirit of the poor, and the world's maudlin sentiment towards it and them. The lovely maid professed herself completely puzzled by these problems.
Heth and Carlisle at their hotel, he and his betrothed had spent the whole afternoon together jogging about the May-time park in a hansom-cab, such was her whim, with late tea at the Inn of renown upon the Drive: and through all, such talk as sped the hours on wings. How fascinating he was, she seemed to have forgotten, in these days of absence and worry.
"But it doesn't look like it!" smiled Miss Heth, and glanced about at the emptiness of things. "You'd ought to of seen her afore the hot spell," replied Mr. Wedge, with artificial hilarity.... Then the light air took the little sail and Carlisle slid away with the sunshine on her hair. For half a week the breath of summer had confounded October, mid-autumn plucking a leaf from July's best book.
"All these nice people, and all so eager to be friendly with you!" laughed Carlisle, with some want of naturalness, as she for the dozenth time detached herself and him from a little surrounding group. "And yet you've complained to me of loneliness!" "There are times, Miss Heth, when one is never so lonely as in the midst of the crowd."
The robust one patted her transformation many times at Miss Heth, invited her at parting to call again; and later on that night, it was reported the whole conversation in detail in the Garland dining-room, imparting, we need not doubt, her own witty flavor to it all.
"Oh," said the girl, absently, "it's only some notoriety-seeking nobody.... Like the man who threw the brick at papa that election night." "But nobodies haven't any right to publish such untruths!" said Mrs. Heth, more grammatical than she sounded. "They ought to be punished, imprisoned for it. 'Public opinion is the grandfather of statute-book law. Where's the sense in that?..."
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