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Updated: May 15, 2025
The Clan Gregor has met in the ancient church of Balquidder. The head of Drummond-Ernoch is placed on the altar, covered for a time with the banner of the tribe.
She walked up and down the parlor, disarranging the white draperies which lay about, feeling unutterable contempt for them and for her sister. Angry and miserable, with every nerve quivering, she was at war with the whole world. This feeling lasted even when, after some discussion, she gained her point and was on her way to call on Miss Balquidder.
A little, also, she vexed herself about the risk of confiding in Miss Balquidder, lest by any chance the story might get round to Russell Square; and was urgent that at least nothing should be said or done until after to-morrow. She was determined to be married, and dreaded any slip between the cup and lip. But Hilary was resolute.
But it was natural that all this should tell upon her; and one day Miss Balquidder said, after a long covert observation of her face, "My dear, you look ill. Is there any thing troubling you? My young people always tell me their troubles, bodily or mental. I doctor both."
Miss Hilary must be told; but how to get at her in the middle of the night, thereby leaving her mistress to the mercy of Mrs. Jones. It would never do. Suddenly she thought of Miss Balquidder. She might send a message. No, not a message for the family misery and disgrace must not be betrayed to a stranger but a letter to Kensington.
Hilary forgot her own side of the subject; her pride, her humiliation. "But do you not think, Miss Balquidder, that one ought to work on, struggle on, to the last extremity, before one accepts an obligation, most of all a money obligation?" "I do, as a general principle. Yet money is not the greatest thing in this world, that a pecuniary debt should be the worst to bear.
Are you good at figures; do you understand book-keeping?" And suddenly changing into the woman of business, and one who was evidently quite accustomed both to arrange and command, Miss Balquidder put Hilary through a sort of extempore arithmetical catechism, from which she came off with flying colors. "I only wish there were more like you. I wish there were more young ladies brought up like "
The boy is not a bad boy, though he has done wickedly; but there is a difference between a wicked act and a wicked nature. I mean to save him if I can." "How?" "By saving his good name; by paying the debt." "And where on earth shall you get the money?" "I will go to Miss Balquidder and " "Borrow it?" "No, never! I would as soon think of stealing it."
"I am sure of it," said Hilary, with a sad smile, but entered into no explanation, and Miss Balquidder had the wise kindliness to inquire no further. Nevertheless, on some errand or other she came to Kensington nearly every evening and took Hilary back with her to sleep at No. 15.
But it's an ill wind that blows nobody good, and I have another young lady quite ready to step into your shoes. When shall you be married?" "I don't know hush: we'll talk another time," said Hilary, glancing at Johanna. Miss Balquidder took the hint and was silent. That important question was indeed beginning to weigh heavily on Hilary's mind. She was fully aware of what Mr.
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