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Updated: May 11, 2025
Then all at once I KNEW! I couldn't tell you what the effect was. There you were again I was as much obliged to tell you as I should have been if I'd found you at Braemarnie when I got there that night. Conventions had nothing to do with it. It would not have mattered even if you'd obviously thought I was a fool. You might have thought so, you know." "No, I mightn't," answered Robin.
Donal not only owned the estate of Braemarnie, but he would have been the next Marquis of Coombe. You have not remembered this and " more slowly and with a certain watchful care "you have been too unhappy and ill you have not had time to realise that if Donal has a son " She heard Robin's caught breath. "What his father would have inherited he would inherit also.
"To Braemarnie?" "Yes, dear laddie!" He felt himself grow hot and cold. "Away! Away!" he said again vaguely. "Yes. Get up, dear." He was as she had said only a little boy and accustomed to do as he was told. He was also a fine, sturdy little Scot with a pride of his own. His breeding had been of the sort which did not include insubordinate scenes, so he got out of bed and began to dress.
Each morning the children played together and each night Robin lay awake and lived again the delights of the past hours. Each day she learned more wonders and her young mind and soul were fed. There began to stir in her brain new thoughts and the beginning of questioning. Scotland, Braemarnie, Donal's mother, even the Manse and the children in it, combined to form a world of enchantment.
He was so big now that she was not a real nurse, but she had been his nurse when he was quite little and "Mother" liked her to travel with them. He had a tutor but he had stayed behind in Scotland at Braemarnie, which was their house. Donal would come tomorrow and he would look for Robin and when she saw him she must get away from Andrews and they would play together again.
He was clever enough but not too clever and he was friends with the world. Braemarnie was picturesquely ancient and beautiful. It would be a home of sufficient ease and luxury to be a pleasure but no burden. Life in it could be perfect and also supply freedom. Coombe Court and Coombe Keep were huge and castellated and demanded great things.
Another perfectly joyful day had passed and his Mother had liked Robin and kissed her. All was well with the world. As long as he had remained awake and it had not been long he had thought of delightful things unfeverishly. Of Robin, somehow at Braemarnie, growing bigger very quickly big enough for all sorts of games learning to ride Chieftain, even to gallop.
He had not known many personally because he had always lived at Braemarnie, which was in the country in Scotland. There were no houses near his home. You had to drive miles and miles before you came to a house or a castle. He had not seen much of other children except a few who lived at the Manse and belonged to the minister. Children had fathers as well as mothers.
Robin was at first too much awed to talk but as Donal was not awed at all and continued his prancing and the Mother lady said pretty things about the flowers and the grass and the birds and even about the pony at Braemarnie, she began now and then to break into a little hop herself and presently into sudden ripples of laughter like a bird's brief bubble of song.
All she has done is to so fill him with the power and sense of her charm that he has not seen enough of the world or learned to care for it. She is the one woman on earth for him and life with her at Braemarnie is all he asks for." "Your difficulty will be that she will not be willing to trust him to your instructions." "I have not as much personal vanity as I may seem to have," Coombe said.
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