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To-day we have been at Lady Rolle's, at Bicton, on our way from Sidmouth, to see her gardens and arboretum, which are really marvels of beauty and growth. To-morrow we shall saunter on to Dawlish, and so at last reach Plymouth, I believe. I want to get out of the way of the Exhibition opening, which bores me. At Torquay we expect to find the Fergusons of Raith and the Scotts of Ancrum.
But meanwhile the rent was all the lower because of the insecurity of tenure. At the mention of the boy's sister, Ancrum looked up with a start. 'Ah, to be sure! What became of that poor child after you left? The Clough End friends who wrote to me of your disappearance had more pity for her, Davy, than they had for you. A sudden repulsion and reserve darkened the black eyes opposite.
He had read the 'Anabasis, some Herodotus, three plays of Euripides, and was now making some desperate efforts on Aeschylus and Sophocles. Any Plato? David made a face. He had read two or three dialogues in English; didn't want to go on, didn't care about him. Ah! Ancrum supposed not.
In the midst of his gallop of talk, however, the old man suddenly stopped, took off his hat, and running one excited hand through his bristling tufts of grey hair pointed to Ancrum with the other. 'Halte la! he said, 'I know what your young rascal has been after. I know, and I'll be bound you don't. Trust a lover for hoodwinking a priest. Come along here.
All this troubled Mr. Ancrum sincerely. Even in the midst of some rising troubles of his own he found the energy to buttonhole Reuben again, and torment him afresh on the subject of a trade for the lad. Reuben, flushed and tremulous, went straight from the minister to his wife with the impetus of Mr. Ancrum's shove, as it were, fresh upon him.
Ancrum may be right the English Puritan may be right 'sin' and 'law' may have after all some of those mysterious meanings his young analysis had impetuously denied them he and Elise may have been only dashing themselves against the hard facts of the world's order, while they seemed to be transcending the common lot and spurning the common ways. What matter now!
'A little more, Davy I have just to get a little worse and she will come to me. David was not sure that he understood. Ancrum had only spoken of his wife once since the night when, led on by sympathy and emotion, he had met David's young confession by the story of his own fate. She was still teaching at Glasgow so far as David knew, where she was liked and respected.
And Ancrum and he had bethought them of the rich Unitarian gentleman who had been David's sponsor when he signed his agreement. There and then, at nine o'clock at night, Ancrum had gone off to Higher Broughton, where the good man lived, and laid the case before him. Mr. Doyle had taken the night to think it over, and the following morning he had paid a visit to his lawyer.
Soom toimes i' t' year theer's a lot doin, yo knaw, sir, even on a bit place like ours, and he ha gitten a good schoolin, he ha. The apologetic incoherence of the little speech was curious. Mr. Ancrum did not exactly know how to take his man. 'I dare say he's useful. But he's not going to be the ordinary labourer, Mr.
Ancrum did not answer at once; he sat rubbing his hands restlessly over the fire. 'I don't know I don't know, he said at last. 'I have told you what the end will be, Davy. But the will still flutters flutters in my poor breast, like a caged thing. Then that beautiful half-wild smile of his lit up the face. 'Bear with me, you strong man! What have you been doing with yourself?
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