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But suddenly there came a setting of stern purpose into his lips and eyes, and he kissed her hand and let it go, with no more than "God bless you, dear Flora. Farewell!" We left Abbotscliff ourselves at six o'clock next morning. At the gates at Monksburn we took up Annas, and Wedderburn joined us there too.
I hastily poured the broth into a basin, and seizing a loaf of bread and a knife, dashed back to Angus. "Eat that now, Angus. You shall have something better by-and-by." He ate like a man who was nearly starving, as he had said. When he had finished, he said, "Now! I left France a fortnight since. I have not been to Abbotscliff.
O Lord, with shame and sorrow, We open now the door: Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us never more!" As we drank our tea, this evening, I said, "Uncle, will you please tell me something?" "Surely, my dear, if I can," answered my Uncle Drummond kindly, laying down his book. "Are all the people at Abbotscliff going to Heaven?"
I am very thankful that the lines have fallen to me still in my dear North I have not pleasant recollections of the South. And I fancy but perhaps unjustly that we Northerners have a deeper, more yearning love for our hills and dales than they have down there. We are about midway between Brocklebank and Abbotscliff, which is just where I would have chosen to be, if I could have had the choice.
Only, what was there in the air of Abbotscliff which seemed to make people Christians? or in that of Brocklebank, which seemed unfavourable to it? "Those are Christians who follow Christ," said Annas. "Do you think they who do not, have a right to the name?" "I should like to think more about it," I answered. "It all looks strange to me." "Do think about it," replied Annas.
And twice to-day once in Flora's presence you have only just stopped your tongue from a worse word than that. Would you have said such a thing to your father before we left Abbotscliff?" "Uncle Courtenay was as drunk as any of them last night," Angus blurted out. I did not like to hear that of Father.
Annas said it had been the Abbots grange belonging to the old Abbey which gives its name to Abbotscliff and Monksburn, and several other estates and villages in the neighbourhood. Here we found Lady Monksburn in the drawing-room, busied with some soft kind of embroidered work; and I thought I could have guessed her to be the mother of Mr Keith.
But on Monday morning, what was my astonishment, as I was just going into the parlour, to hear a familiar voice say "Did you leave your eyes at Abbotscliff, my dear?" "Aunt Kezia!" I cried. Yes, there stood my Aunt Kezia, in her hood and scarf, looking as if only an hour had passed since I saw her before. I was glad to see her, and I ventured to say so.
I thought we were tolerably warm about the Prince's landing, at Abbotscliff; but when I got to Monksburn, I found the weather still hotter. The Laird is almost beside himself; Mr Keith as I never saw him before. Annas has the air of an inspired prophetess, and even Lady Monksburn is moved out of her usual quietude, though she makes the least ado of any.
"I have had a letter from your Aunt Dorothea lately," my Aunt Kezia went on, "in which she asks for Cary to pay her a visit next June. But now we are only in March. So, as Cary must be somewhere between times, and I think she would be better out of the way, she will go to Abbotscliff with Flora unless, my dear," she added, turning to me, "you would rather be at Bracewell Hall?
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