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But that action did not deceive me. He had shown us his left arm, and I was on the point of calling his attention to the fact, when another incident diverted our attention. Lady Jerland, Miss Nelly's friend, came running towards us in a state of great excitement, exclaiming: "My jewels, my pearls! Some one has stolen them all!" No, they were not all gone, as we soon found out.
Short-sighted Poppy! she forgot Cy; but Burney didn't, and sent him to climb in at the window, and undo the door. Feeling hurt that the young ladies hadn't asked him to the feast, Cy hardened his heart against them, and delivered them up to the enemy, regardless of Poppy's threats and Nelly's prayers. "Poppy proposed it, she broke the jar, and I didn't eat much.
And governed by them she went up to Bridget again, thrusting her small white face under her sister's eyes. 'What sort of a room was he in, Bridget? Who was nursing him? Are you sure he didn't know you? Did you call him by his name? Did you make him understand? 'He knew nobody, said Bridget, drawing back, against her will, before the fire in Nelly's wild eyes. 'He was in a very good room.
She did not know if she could keep her footing. Meanwhile Cicely, in complete ignorance of the new and agonised tension in Nelly's mind, was thinking only of her own affairs. As soon as her after-luncheon cigarette was done, she sprang up and began to put on her hat. 'So you are going to the cottage? said Nelly. 'Certainly. How do you like my boots? She held up one for inspection.
'The kelpie's hide is thicker than three bull-hides, and none of your weapons would do more than mark it. 'What am I to do then, Angus, for kill him I will somehow? 'I'll tell you what to do; but it needs a brave man to do that. 'And do you think I'm not brave enough for that, Angus? 'I know one thing you are not brave enough for. 'And what's that? said Allister, and his face grew red, only he did not want to anger Nelly's father.
Gradually his kind face and gentle manner reassured her, and she was, at last, persuaded to convey to her mother a few lines which he pencilled on a card. To Nelly's surprise, Mrs. Grey consented to receive the "Yankee." The little girl was sent to conduct him to the cabin. The lady was standing at the door as the officer and his little escort drew near.
After that he began to praise Robin Drummond, not too suddenly nor too effusively at first, but by degrees, so as not to awaken Nelly's suspicions. He amazed Robin Drummond by his cordiality in those days, and the young fellow commented on it whimsically to Nelly herself.
Though still slipshod of speech as the result of associating with his humbler neighbors, he was certainly making good, and few lapses occurred as he shook hands with Nelly's friends and then went out to help them mount. In his dark gray suit, Alpine hat and his gray gloves, something of the gentleman which was in him became evident.
Winslow's face was crimson. He avoided Nelly's eye. "Are them people friends of yours?" she asked in a low tone. "Yes," he muttered. "Well, let us go ashore if they want us to," she said calmly. "I don't mind." For three seconds Winslow hesitated. Then he pulled ashore and helped Nelly to alight on a jutting rock.
The great shapes held the valley in guard; the river windings far below seemed still to keep the sunset; while here and there shone scattered lights in farms and cottages, sheltering the old, old life of the dales. Insensibly Nelly's passionate agitation began to subside. Had she been filling her own path with imaginary perils and phantoms?
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