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Updated: June 4, 2025
A gentleman, a friend of his, after making unheard-of sacrifices to marry a lady who was both beautiful and accomplished, left her suddenly, and never saw her again, the reason being that he discovered that she had deceived him by telling him a willful lie before her marriage. Gaspar seemed to think she had been hardly used. Lord Airlie and Lionel differed from him.
You forget how time flies; he is taller than Lionel, and a fine, handsome young fellow he is. He will be quite an acquisition." Lord Earle was too much engrossed to remark the uneasiness his few words had caused. Lord Airlie winced at the idea of a rival a handsome man, and sentimental, too, as all those people educated in Germany are!
The skillful doctor in attendance upon her sad that, as soon as it was possible to remove her, she should be carried direct from her room to a traveling carriage, taken from home, and not allowed to return to the Hall until she was stronger and better. They waited until that day came, and meanwhile Lady Dora Earle learned to esteem Lord Airlie very dearly.
"Ha!" said the rider, shading his eyes with his hand, as he returned the gaze of the Gipsy "is it you, Bess Airlie: your welcome is like the owl's, and reads the wrong way. But I must not stop. This takes to Knaresbro' then?"
Deeply she felt the humiliation of leaving her father's house at that hour of the night; she felt the whole shame of what she was going to do; but the thought of Lord Airlie nerved her. Let this one night pass, and a life time of happiness lay before her.
Lionel managed to secure a seat near his Undine, and Lord Airlie by his Beatrice. It was even more pleasant on the water than on the land; the boat moved easily along, the fresh, clear breeze helping it. "Steer for those pretty water lilies," said Beatrice, "they look so fresh and shining in the sun."
It was a face to think and dream of, peerless in its vivid, exquisite coloring and charmingly molded features. He hardly noticed the fair-haired girl. "Who can she be?" thought Lord Airlie. "I believed that I had seen every beautiful woman in London." Satisfied with having seen what kind of face accompanied the voice, the young earl left the pretty rose thicket.
"I must write and tell mamma today," said Beatrice. "I should not like her to hear it from any one but myself." "Perhaps you will allow me to inclose a note," suggested Lord Airlie, "asking her to tolerate me." "I do not think that will be very difficult," laughingly replied his companion. Their ride was a long one. On their return Beatrice was slightly tired, and went straight to her own room.
The Airlie post had dropped the letters for outlying farms at the Monypenny smithy and trudged on. The smith having wiped his hand on his hair, made a row of them, without looking at the addresses, on his window-sill, where, happening to be seven in number, they were almost a model of Monypenny, which is within hail of Thrums, but round the corner from it, and so has ways of its own.
His love! Ah, if Hubert Airlie could have read those words! Fernely's love! She loathed him; she hated, with fierce, hot hatred, the very sound of his name. Why must this most wretched folly of her youth rise up against her now? What must she do? Where could she turn for help and counsel?
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