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All voices meanwhile were loud in inquiries, which no one was in a hurry to answer. "What is the matter, Captain M'Intyre?" said Sir Arthur. "Ask old Edie," said Hector; "I only know all's safe and well." "What is all this, Edie?" said Miss Wardour to the mendicant. "Your leddyship maun ask Monkbarns, for he has gotten the yepistolary correspondensh."
Hector is rising rapidly in the army, and has been more than once mentioned in the Gazette, and rises proportionally high in his uncle's favour; and what scarcely pleases the young soldier less, he has also shot two seals, and thus put an end to the Antiquary's perpetual harping upon the story of the phoca.People talk of a marriage between Miss M'Intyre and Captain Wardour; but this wants confirmation.
Do you threaten me?" exclaimed Colonel Maberly, in an outrageous passion. "Oh no, sir," replied M'Intyre, with an air of affected respect; but it was one in which some deep mysterious meaning might have been discovered. "Will you absolve me from this duty?" "No, sir; I will not," replied Colonel Maberly, turning on his heel, and cutting the conference short by walking away.
"Why," said his uncle, "they said Caxon had gone to Fairport after his dog and gun." "O dear sir, no," answered Miss M'Intyre, "it was to fetch some dressings that were wanted, and Hector only wished him to bring out his gun, as he was going to Fairport at any rate."
"Are there more of the set?" said Lord Glenallan. "Two, my lord, one rising four, the other five off this grass, both very handsome." "Then let Dawkins bring them down to Monkbarns to-morrow," said the Earl "I hope Captain M'Intyre will accept them, if they are at all fit for service."
Lesley, I have just one word to say on this subject I have no doubt my secret, if I had one, might be safely entrusted to your honour, but I do not feel called upon to satisfy the curiosity of any one. Captain M'Intyre met me in society which of itself was a warrant to all the world, and particularly ought to be such to him, that I was a gentleman.
"There is old Edie, sir, or Caxon could not they do better than me?" answered M'Intyre, feeling somewhat alarmed at the prospect of a long tete-a-tete with his uncle. "Upon my word, young man, you turn me over to pretty companions, and I am quite sensible of your politeness," replied Mr. Oldbuck.
Between the two massive figures of Monkbarns and the clergyman was stuck, by way of bodkin, the slim form of Mary M'Intyre, her aunt having preferred a visit to the manse, and a social chat with Miss Beckie Blattergowl, to investigating the ruins of the priory of Saint Ruth. As greetings passed between the members of the Monkbarns party and Mr.
"But to return to our subject Do you recollect, I say, any of those poems which afforded you such amusement?" "Very hard this," thought M'Intyre, "that he will speak with such glee of everything which is ancient, excepting my family. " Then, after some efforts at recollection, he added aloud, "Yes, sir, I think I do remember some lines; but you do not understand the Gaelic language."
Oldbuck was sensible of the Earl's attention to his nephew; Miss M'Intyre was pleased because her brother was gratified; and Miss Griselda Oldbuck looked forward with glee to the potting of whole bags of moorfowl and black-game, of which Mr. Blattergowl was a professed admirer.
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