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The words sang in Philip's ears like a sweet tune half the way back to Ballure. Then he began to pluck at the brambles by the wayside, to wound his hand by snatching at the gorse, and to despise himself for being glad when he should have been in grief. Still, he was sure of it; there was no making any less of it.
That night Philip slept at the "Mitre," and next morning he went up to Ballure. The Governor could not forget Tynwald. Exaggerating the humiliation of that day, he thought his influence in the island was gone. He sold his horses and carriages, and otherwise behaved like a man who expected to be recalled. Towards Philip he showed no malice.
"He's telling me something," thought Pete. A car rattled down the side road at that moment, and the light of its lamp shot through the bushes to his feet. "The ould gate must be open," he thought. He looked and saw that it was, and then a new light dawned on him. "She's gone up to Philip's," he told himself. "She's gone by Claughbane to Ballure to find me."
The Governor invited Philip to dinner. He excused himself, saying he had promised to dine with his aunt at Ballure.
All this in a tone of deep entreaty, and then, with quick-coming breath, "Jemmy, get the carriage at Shimmin's and drive it yourself if there is any attempt at Ramsey to take the horse out drive to the lane between the chapel and the cottage the moment the lady joins you you are right, Kate you cannot live here any longer this life of deception must end that's the churring of the night-jar going up to Ballure Glen."
They dropped their heads so that Pete might avoid their gaze, and held the coach-door open for him, expecting that he would go inside, as to a funeral. But he saluted them with "Good morning all," and leapt to the box-seat with Crow. The coach stopped to take up the Deemster at the gate of Ballure House.
I'm to take the oath to-morrow at three o'clock at the Special Council in Douglas. Yes, I'll come back to Ballure for the night?" "Driving, eh?" "Yes." "Six o'clock, maybe?" "Perhaps seven to eight." "That's all right. Mortal inquisitive the boys are, though. It's in the breed of these Manx ones, you know. Laxey way, now?" "I'll drive by St. John's," said Philip.
"Oh, yes, fit for anything." Pete laughed from his heart like a boy. "I'll take a slieu round to Ballure and tell Philip immadiently." "Philip?" said Kate, with a look of inquiry. "He was saying this morning you wouldn't be equal to it, Kirry." "Equal to what, Pete?" "Getting going having that's to say well, you know, putting a sight on the parson himself one of these days, that's the fact."
You are trapsing around Ballure, and letting that poor girl take notions. I'll have no more of it. Is this what I sent you to England for? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Keep your place, sir; keep your place. A poor girl's a poor girl, and a Deemster's a Deemster." "Yes, sir," said Thomas, suddenly firing up, "and a man's a man.
It was the dead man's sacret too, and she's fouled the ould man's memory. If a person's done wrong, the best thing he can do next is to say darned little about it." Kate rose and went off to bed. Another door had been barred to her, and she felt sick and faint. The next day was Saturday. Kate remembered that Philip came to Ballure on Saturdays. She felt sure that he would come to Sulby also.
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