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The stranger who had so unexpectedly come to their aid produced a flask from his pocket, and Blanche and Marjory were each given a dose of brandy. Marjory thought she must still be dreaming when she opened her eyes and saw her friend the tramp or poacher for it was he bending over her anxiously. To Mr. Forester's inquiries she replied that she felt all right now.
Hilary Forester and Maud, the Morisons, with Herbert and Alan, all came with a welcome for Mr. Davidson and congratulations for Marjory. Earlier in the day, Captain and Mrs. Shaw had come together, as they had done once before, to be congratulated on their own happy reunion. "There's nothing like the forgetting of old bygones," said the captain, as he wrung Mr.
In return, there were little ways in which she might help him, even as he might help her; but they had come faster than either had expected. Where was the surgeon? She rose and went to the clerk. "Are you sure the surgeon has not gone?" she asked. "Very sure," answered the clerk. "He has just sent out for a nurse to remain with monsieur." "A nurse?" repeated Marjory.
'Cameron, dear, she said, 'you won't let me go away sorry, will you? and I must go so soon. For my sake, when I wish it so! I went to Ormsby, and took his cold, passive hand. 'I do forgive him, Marjory, I said. She smiled brightly at us both. 'And you won't forget, either of you? she said. 'And, Douglas, you will be brave, and take your own part now. Good-bye, good-bye. I tried to reach her.
"Na, na, Miss Marjory; ye're gettin' ower auld for Peter's stories; they are but bairnie's tales." "Now, Peter, you mustn't be obstinate. You must try to remember some nice new ones."
And she said: "Sweetheart * don't you think I am as nice as Marjory ?" The impulse had been airily confident. It was as if the silken cords had been parted by the sweep of a sword. Coleman's face had instantly stiffened and he looked like a man suddenly recalled to the ways of light. It may easily have been that in a moment he would have lapsed again to his luxurious dreaming.
When he found himself alone he had a great many curious matters to turn over in his mind. He was very sad and solitary, to begin with. All the interest had gone out of his life, and he might look up at the stars as long as he pleased, he somehow failed to find support or consolation. And then he was in such a turmoil of spirit about Marjory.
An hour and a half later Mr. and Mrs. John Ethelbert Barnes were driven up to Judge Brewster's country place in Mr. David Bracken's brake. They were accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. George Crosby, and were carrying out the plans as outlined in the original programme. "Where's papa?" Marjory tremulously inquired of the footman in the hallway. "He's waitin' for you in the library, miss I should say Mrs.
The seats immediately in front of his own and Marjory's were vacant. "Would you mind, Peggy," said John, deprecatingly, "if I left you for a few minutes? I can't half see what he is drawing, and there is a vacant front seat. I'll only stay five minutes." "Certainly, dear," said Marjory with sleepy amiability: "stay up there till he has finished, and then come back for me. I am not at all afraid."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter!" she cried. He tried to smile. "It's at moments like this I mind it," he answered. "I I thought you were in Paris, Marjory." "I came here to-day." She spoke nervously. "Then," he asked, "you you are to be here a little while?" Marjory passed her hand over her forehead. "I don't know," she faltered. Peter looked so thin! It was evident he had been long ill.
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