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Updated: May 6, 2025
Pamela Reston stood in Bella Bathgate's parlour and surveyed it disconsolately. It was papered in a trying shade of terra-cotta and the walls were embellished by enlarged photographs of the Bathgate family decent, well-living people, but plain-headed to a degree. Linoleum covered the floor.
There was no point in going on being arch about eggs to a person who so obviously regarded one as a poor creature. But a stand must be taken. "Er Miss Bathgate " Pamela began. There was no answer from Bella, who was putting the dishes on a tray. Had she addressed her rightly? "You are Miss Bathgate, aren't you?" "Ou ay," said Bella. "I'm no' mairret nor naething o' that kind." "I see.
His lordship did seem h'attentive in at The Rigs. Wouldn't it be a fine thing for Miss Jean?" Miss Bathgate suddenly had a recollection of Jean as she had seen her pass that morning a wistful face under a shabby hat. "Hut," she said, tossing her head and lying glibly. "It's ma opeenion that the Lord askit Miss Jean when he was in Priorsford, and she simply sent him to the right about."
Miss Bathgate heard the news with sardonic laughter. "So that's the latest! Miss Jean's gaun to be upsides wi' the best o' them! Puir lamb, puir lamb! I hope the siller 'll bring her happiness, but I doot it ... I yince kent some folk that got a fortune left them.
"I see you have given the raider some biscuits," Pamela said. "He's an ill laddie." Bella Bathgate looked at the Mhor standing obediently on the bit of carpet, munching his biscuit, and her face softened. "He has neither father nor mother, puir lamb, but I must say Miss Jean never lets him ken the want o' them." "Miss Jean?" "He bides at The Rigs wi' the Jardines juist next door here.
M'Cosh and Miss Bathgate took their seats "on the chap," as the latter put it. The two Miss Watsons, surprisingly enough, were also present. They had come along after supper with a small present for Jean, had asked to see her, and stood lingering on the doorstep refusing to come farther, but obviously reluctant to depart.
If she thinks she is going to behave like that in this house she is very much mistaken." Dick drove into Bathgate at twenty minutes to eleven. He always liked to give himself plenty of time to catch a train, but hated waiting about on the platform. So he stopped at the George Hotel and went into the hall for a whisky-and-soda.
From an article in The Times Literary Supplement. Mrs. M'Cosh remained extremely sceptical about the reality of the fortune until the lawyer came from London, "yin's errand to see Miss Jean," as she explained importantly to Miss Bathgate, and he was such an eminently solid, safe-looking man that her doubts vanished.
Dawn found me in the neighbourhood of Bathgate. Cold and weary as I was, I dared not approach a house or the public road, but lay concealed in a wood all day, under sensations of the utmost horror. Towards evening, I cautiously emerged from my hiding-place.
It was he who advised him to send Edward to Bathgate Grammar School." "He would take a kind interest in our pursuits," said Aunt Laura, "and would always walk with us and spend part of the day with us, however occupied he might be with our father."
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