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"I'm not rightly knowing what you mane, sir," said Pete. Then the Ballawhaine fell to slandering the poor woman in her grave, declaring that she could not know who was the father of her child, and protesting that no son of hers should ever see the colour of money of his. Saying this with a snarl, he brought down his right hand with a thump on to the table.
With a nervous smile and a little laugh of relief Auntie Nan signified assent. "You are aware that a step like that costs money. How much have you got to spend on it?" "I'm afraid, Peter " "You thought I might find the expenses, eh?" "It's so good of you to see it in the right way, Peter." The Ballawhaine made a wry face. "Listen," he said dryly. "Ross has just gone to study for the English bar."
Full of facetiæ, too, about his looks, which were "rasonable promising," and about the girls of Douglas, who were "neither good nor middling." She was also full of sage counsel, advising marriage with a warm girl having "nice things at her nice lands and pigs and things" as a ready way to square the "bobbery" of thirty years ago at Ballawhaine.
Old Deemster Christian of Ballawhaine was a hard man hard on the outside, at all events. They called him Iron Christian, and people said, "Don't turn that iron hand against you." Yet his character was stamped with nobleness as well as strength. He was not a man of icy nature, but he loved to gather icicles about him.
He was the beginning of the end between them; the iron stay that held them together and yet apart. The father remembered his misfortunes in the presence of his son, and the mother was stung afresh by the recollection of disappointed hopes. The boy was the true heir of Ballawhaine, but the inheritance was lost to him by his father's fault and he had nothing. Philip grew to be a winsome lad.
"Wine is a serpent, and strong drink a mocker," said Cæsar. "Who'll be the new Dempster, Mr. Niplightly," said Jonaique. "Hm!" snuffled the constable, easing his helmet, "dat's a serious matter, Mr. Jelly. We'll dake our time well dake our time." "Chut! There's only one man for it," said Cæsar. "Perhaps yes, perhaps no," said the constable. "Do you mane the young Ballawhaine, Mr.
"That will do, sir," said Philip in a firm voice. The Ballawhaine put his hand familiarly on Philip's shoulder. "Try Bishop Wilson's theological college, my friend; its cheap and " "Take your hand from him, Peter Christian," cried Auntie Nan. Her eyes flashed, her cheeks were aflame, her little gloved hands were clenched.
"As free and free with a poor man, and no making aisy either. I've nothing agen him myself. No, but a bit young for a Dempster, isn't he? Just a taste young, as the man said, eh?" "Older than the young Ballawhaine, anyway," said John, the clerk. "Aw, make him Dempster, then. I'm raising no objection," said Mr. Kelly. "Go on, girl. Does that twister want oiling?
Auntie Nan carried her point. That night Philip laid up his boat for the winter, and next morning he set his face towards Ballawhaine with the object of enlisting Uncle Peter's help in starting upon the profession of the law. Auntie Nan went with him.
"But gracious me, Peter," she said, "Philip is your own nephew, your own brother's son." The Ballawhaine rubbed the side of his nose with his lean forefinger, and said, "Near is my shirt, but nearer is my skin." Auntie Nan fixed her timid eyes upon him, and they grew brave in their gathering indignation. "His father is dead, and he is poor and friendless," she said.
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