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"I shall be very glad; but isn't it late? and aren't you tired, grandmother?" "I shall sleep better after," she responded, gently. She then began to review the past; her own long unhappiness, Robert's silence, her uncertainty as to his fate, and the after hopelessness, made greater by Ian's conduct.
"But why hesitate?" continued Ian. "Surely you cannot refuse me so simple a favour! Even Lambert himself would approve of it in the circumstances." "Lambert!" exclaimed Elsie, with increasing amazement; "what has Lambert got to do with it?" It was now Ian's turn to look surprised.
Ian's slender hand could but just reach with its finger-tips the haunted spot. In vain he tried to knock it down against a stone put inside. Alister could suggest nothing. But Mistress Conal's cottage was near: they might there find something to help! Only Christina could not be left behind, and how was she to walk in a silk stocking over a road frozen hard as glass?
He did not stay long in her garden. All Black Hill oppressed him now. The dark crept in upon the light. She saw that it was so. "He can be friends now with none. He sees in each one a partisan his own or Ian's." She did not detain him, but when he rose to say good-by helped him to say it without delay.
Afar, too, many would have said there was not a sound; but there was, and Ian's ear was attuned to catch it. The immense inarticulate whisper of night came to him. It came to him from the deserted parks, from the distant Cherwell flowing through its willow-roots and osier-islands, from the flat meadow-country beyond, stretching away to the coppices of the low boundary hills.
The majority of Ian's most trusted advisers were of the same opinion as the Master, since the number of persons who can understand the conditions necessary to the productiveness of exceptional and creative minds is always few. Besides, most people at bottom are in Martha's attitude of scepticism towards the immaterial service of the world.
Thou hast been cowed and frightened and punished for nothing, all the days of thy sad life. Poor lad! Poor, disappointed laddie! With all my heart and soul I pity thee!" For a few moments there was not a word spoken and the sound of Ian's bitter weeping filled the room.
When once in June I thought to gather the strawberries, I found they belonged to another, for I loved your friend, who was Barbara's mother." "And I loved your friend, who is Barbara's father," Miss Lavinia said, rising and facing him. "As they married each other, why may not we? I know now why my work has prospered this summer and why life seems good again. Ian's little fancy shows me the truth."
Ian's eyes looked straight into hers as she came down the staircase, and there was that in them which paralyzed her. But she made an effort to ignore the apprehension which filled her soul. "Good-morning. Am I so very late?" she said, gaily, to him, though there was a hollow note in her voice. "You are just in time," he answered in an even tone which told nothing. "Dear me, what a gloomy face!
Two months passed, and they had Ian's answer when it was well on into the spring, and weather good for a sea-voyage was upon its way. Because of the loss of their uncle's money, and the good prospect of comfort in return for labour, hard but not killing, Ian entirely approved of the proposal. From that moment the thing was no longer discussed, but how best to carry it out.
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