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The wedding was dismal, as became a festival under such outrageous auspices. Morton, Maitland, and some base flatterers of Bothwell alone were present at it. The French ambassador, although he was a creature of the House of Guise, to which the queen belonged, refused to attend it.
And following Adele and her spouse, the little man left the room where he had caused, in chests so broad and limbs so doughty, much the same consternation as that which some diminutive ferret occasions in a burrow of rabbits twice his size. Morton had outstayed Mr. Love.
Having drawn his breath, and dashed the froth from his whiskers, he observed, that his anxiety for the boy had made him deadly dry. "Mend your draught," said his hospitable friend, again supplying the flagon from a pitcher which stood beside. "I know the way to the butterybar. And now, mind what I say this morning the Earl of Morton came to my lord in a mighty chafe."
Morton stopped and looked at her, his stolid childish stare made her laugh, and it made her like him. 'I wonder if I am selfish? said Mildred reflectively. 'Sometimes I think I am, sometimes I think I am not. I've suffered so much, my life has been all suffering. There's no heart left in me for anything. I wonder what will become of me. I often think I shall commit suicide.
"You feel quite certain about the cook?" he asked. "Sarah?" Mrs. Morton smiled. "What do you think? You've seen her." "She certainly appears to be above suspicion," Duvall replied. "But one can never be sure. Suppose you send her out on some errand. I should like to search her room." Mrs.
She did own to herself that the squire of Bragton should not look for his wife in the house of a Dillsborough attorney. As she thought of this a tear ran down her cheek and trickled down on to the wooden rail of the little bridge. "There's no one to give you an excuse now, and you must come and walk round with me," said a voice, close to her ear. "Oh, Mr. Morton, how you have startled me!"
"We'll see Meyers about this," Morton declared, savagely. "So, he'd go in with the independents, would he? Well, let him try it on that's all!" Cicily stared from one to the other of the two men, with her golden eyes wide and frightened. "Oh," she stammered nervously, "did I have I said anything?... Oh, my goodness, Charles will be so angry!"
His daughter had acquired the air of a dexterous barmaid, undisturbed by the circumstances of love and war, so apt to perplex her in the exercise of her vocation. Both showed Morton the degree of attention which could have been expected by a stranger travelling without attendants, at a time when they were particularly the badges of distinction.
"You are but young in these matters, Mr Morton," said Claverhouse, after he had very composedly finished his draught; "and I do not think the worse of you as a young soldier for appearing to feel them acutely. But habit, duty, and necessity, reconcile men to every thing." "I trust," said Morton, "they will never reconcile me to such scenes as these."
Morton showed her inclination to domineer even in the way in which she helped herself to salt. While the servant was with them very little was said on either side. There was a word or two from Mrs. Morton to show that she considered herself the mistress there, and a word from the other lady proclaiming that she had no pretensions of that kind.
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