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And big fellow as he was the lad's eyes filled with tears. After that day he refused all holiday excursions in which Lord Cairnforth could not accompany him.
All the journey sleeping or waking, day or night Lord Cairnforth arranged or dreamed over his plans, until at ten o'clock the second night he found himself driving along the familiar Princes Street, with the grim Castle rock standing dark against the moonlight; while beyond, on the opposite side of what was then a morass, but is now railways and gardens, rose tier upon tier, like a fairy palace, the glittering lights of the old town of Edinburg.
Many a time, as Lord Cairnforth sat talking with her, after his old fashion, of all his interests, schemes, labors, and hopes hopes solely for others, and labors, the end of which he knew he would never see he would smile to himself, noticing how Helen's eye wandered all the while wandered to where that rosy young scapegrace rode his tiny pony the earl's gift up and down the gravel walks, or played at romps with Malcolm, or dug holes in the flower-beds, or got into all and sundry of the countless disgraces which were forever befalling Boy; yet which, so lovable was the little fellow, were as continually forgiven, and, behind his back, even exalted into something very like merits.
She repeated the verses: "'When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me; "'Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him: "'The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me, and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. "That is what will be said of you one day, Lord Cairnforth.
The Manse, the Castle, and the clachan, with a few outlying farm-houses, comprised the whole of the Cairnforth; and the little peninsula, surrounded on three sides by water, and on the fourth by hills, was sufficiently impregnable and isolated to cause existence to flow on there very quietly, in what townspeople call dullness, and country people repose.
Still, the tale was romantic and pathetic enough to make the earl and his young heir objects of marked interest, and welcome guests in the friendly hospitalities of the place, which hospitalities were gladly requited, for Lord Cairnforth still keenly enjoyed society, and Cardross was at an age when all pleasure is attractive. People said sometimes, What a lucky fellow was Mr. Bruce-Montgomerie!
Cardross came forward, his gown over his arm, and spoke to Mr. Menteith "Where is Lord Cairnforth? I was so glad to see him here." "Thank you, Mr. Cardross," replied a weak but cheerful voice from Malcolm's shoulder, which so startled the good minister that he found not another word for a whole minute. At last he said, hesitating,
The tidings came on a gloomy day in late October, the season when Cairnforth is least beautiful; for the thick woods about it make the always damp atmosphere heavy with "the moist, rich smell of the rotting leaves," and the roads lying deep in mud, and the low shore hung with constant mists, give a general impression of dreariness.
Bruce appeared among them, still in her widow's weeds, to be received by Lord Cairnforth with marked attention and respect always called "my cousin," and whoever was present, invariably requested to take the head of his table; but, except at these occasional seasons, and at birthdays, new years, and so on, Helen was seldom seen out of the Manse, and was very little known to the earl's ordinary acquaintance.
Menteith, and who had now come to end his days at Cairnforth, in the position of the earl's private secretary as faithful and fond as a dog, and as safely silent. So wore the time away, as it wears on with all of us, through joy and sorrow, absence or presence, with cheerful fullness or aching emptiness of heart.
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