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Updated: June 4, 2025
The plant that charmed Beatrice most was one from far-off Indian climes delicate, perfumed blossoms, hanging like golden bells from thick, sheltering green leaves. Miss Earle stood before it, silent in sheer admiration. "You like that flower?" said Lord Airlie. "It is one of the prettiest I ever saw," she replied. In a moment he gathered the fairest sprays from the precious tree.
She would dismiss him with grateful thanks; she would hasten home. How calm would be that night's sleep! When she saw Lord Airlie in the morning, all her sorrow and shame would have passed by. Her heart beat high as she thought of this. "I think it must be so," said Hugh Fernely, at last; "I think I must give you up, Beatrice. I could not bear to make you miserable.
It was a respite; much might happen in three weeks. She tore the letter into shreds, and felt as though relieved of a deadly weight. If time could but be gained, she thought if something could happen to urge on her marriage with Hubert Airlie before Hugh returned! At any rate, for the moment she was free. She looked like herself again when Lord Airlie came to ask her if she would ride or walk.
She cried out in dismay at the destruction. "Nay," said Lord Airlie, "if every flower here could be compressed into one blossom, it would hardly be a fitting offering to you." She smiled at the very French compliment, and he continued "I shall always have a great affection for that tree." "Why?" she asked, unconsciously. "Because it has pleased you," he replied.
Here we have space large, cool rooms, fresh air, a conservatory as large as a London house; it will be child's play in comparison with what we have gone through." "Miss Earle is quite right," said Lord Airlie. "A ball during the season in London is a toil; here it would be nothing but a pleasure." "Then a ball let it be," said Lord Earle.
"I shall think of some means of escape in a few days," answered Beatrice wistfully. "Something must happen, Lily, fortune could not be so cruel to me; it could not rob me of my love. If I can not free myself, I shall run away. I would rather suffer anything than face Lord Airlie or my father. Say you will help me for my love's sake! Do not let me lose my love!"
It was, therefore, but with a shabby little army of Irish and Lowland foot and a few horse that Montrose, with his group of most resolute friends Lord Napier, the Marquis of Douglas, the Earls of Airlie, Crawfurd, and Hartfell, Lords Ogilvy, Erskine, and Fleming, Colonel Nathaniel Gordon, Sir John Dalziel, Drummond of Balloch, Sir Robert Spotswood, Sir William Rollo, Sir Philip Nisbet, the young master of Napier, and others found himself encamped, on the 12th of September, at Philiphaugh near Selkirk.
"Come and go as you will, Lionel," said Ronald, surprised at the brusqueness of his manner; "we are always pleased to see you and sorry to lose you. You will return soon, perhaps?" "I will write to you in a few days," he replied. "I must say goodbye to Lady Earle." She was astounded. Beatrice and Lord Airlie came up to him there was a general expression of surprise and regret.
Mammas with blooming daughters found him a difficult subject. He laughed, talked, danced, walked, and rode, as society wished him to do; but no one had touched his heart, or even his fancy. Lord Airlie was heart-whole, and there seemed no prospect of his ever being anything else.
Lord Airlie walked mechanically on, bowing in reply to the salutations he received. A pretty little bower, a perfect thicket of roses, caught his attention. From it one could see all over the lake, with its gay pleasure boats.
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