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Hence the time was dull for everybody dullest, perhaps, for Sepia, who, as well as Redmain, had a few things that required forgetting. It was no wonder, then, that Hesper, after a fort-night of it, should think once more of the young woman in the draper's shop of Testbridge. One morning, in consequence, she ordered her brougham, and drove to the town.
Allan Redmain drew away the garments and revealed a gaping sword wound. "No; not dead," moaned Duncan. "He yet lives. But oh, my masters, hasten to his aid, for he is even now a helpless prisoner in the dark dungeon of Breacacha Castle!" "A prisoner?" echoed Allan. "Breacacha?" said Sir Piers. "Where is that castle? In what isle?" "Over in Coll," said Duncan, pointing westward across the sea.
After luncheon, therefore, she sent for Miss Marston to her bedroom. Mary found her half dressed, Folter in attendance, a great heap of pink lying on the bed. "Sit down, Mary," said Hesper, pointing to a chair; "I want your advice. But I must first explain. Where I am going this evening, nobody is to be herself except me. I am not to be Mrs. Redmain, though, but Hesper.
Good Heavens! how recklessly he rides! I don't believe Mr. Redmain could keep on a horse's back if he tried!" Sepia looked, half asleep. Her eyes grew wider. Her sleepiness vanished. "Something is wrong with the proud yeoman!" she said. "He is either mad or in love, probably both! We shall hear more of this morning's ride, Hesper, as I hope to die a maid!
She would have to leave the castle of Rothesay, and perhaps return, desolate and alone, to England. Sir Allan Redmain, who was now the steward of Bute, would never bend before the man who had brought so much misfortune upon the island. And Aasta, what of her?
I have already said that, whether in consequence of remnants of mother-teaching or from the movements of a conscience that had more vitality than any of his so-called friends would have credited it with, Mr. Redmain, as often as his sufferings reached a certain point, was subject to fits of terror horrible anguish it sometimes amounted to at the thought of hell.
Redmain a man whose life has rendered him unfit for the acquaintance, not to say the confidence of any decent woman. This is a plot for what final object, God knows between you and him! I should be doing my duty were I to expose you both to the public scorn you deserve."
Perkin says, miss that's the housekeeper, miss," he went on, " that, if as you're the young woman from the country and I'm sure I beg your pardon if I make a mistake it ain't my fault, miss Mrs. Perkin says she did hear Mrs. Redmain make mention of one, but she didn't have any instructions concerning her.
The Evening Star found herself a success that is, much followed by the men and much complimented by the women. Her triumph, however, did not culminate until the next appearance of "The Firefly," containing a song "To the Evening Star," which everybody knew to stand for Mrs. Redmain.
There had not, however, been the least approach to rupture between them. Mr. Redmain, indeed, took no trouble to avoid such a catastrophe, but Sepia was far too wise to allow even the dawn of such a risk. When he was ill, he was, if possible, more rude to her than to every one else, but she did not seem to mind it a straw.
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