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I am very glad, for he had no feminine company at all except Mrs. Campbell, and, good as she is, she isn't quite the thing not exactly a lady, you see. Eh, Mr. Cardross what a lady his mother was! We'll never again see the like of the poor countess, nor, in all human probability, will we ever again see another Countess of Cairnforth. "No." "Yet," continued Mr. Menteith, after a long pause, "Dr.
Mearns, call Malcolm to me; I must start for Edinburg immediately." In the interval Lord Cairnforth thought rapidly over what was best to be done. To go at once to Helen, whatever her misery was, appeared to him beyond question. To take Mr. Cardross in his present state, or the lad Duncan, was not desirable: some people, good as they may be, are not the sort of people to be trusted in calamity.
The earl had given it to her a few months after she came back to Cairnforth, when her persistent refusal of all his offered kindnesses had almost produced a breach between them at least the nearest approach to a quarrel they had ever known.
"Well, Malcolm, the only way to settle this difficulty is to search the house and grounds. Take a good thick stick and a lantern, and whatever you find be it tourist or burglar, man or spirit bring him at once to me." And then the little group waited, laughing among themselves, but still not quite at ease. Lord Cairnforth would not allow Mr.
And believed in them to the last extremity of faith that was possible. So, whether Captain Bruce came under the latter category or the former, his conduct was passed over, waiting for future explanation when Lord Cairnforth returned home, as now, every day, he was wearying to do.
Man a drive they took every day, the weather being still and clam, as it often is at Cairnforth, by fits and snatches, all winter through.
Existence was to him such a mere twilight, dim, imperfect, and sad, that he never rested in it, but lived every day, as it were, in prospect of the eternal dawn. This summer, which, as it glided away, Lord Cairnforth often declared to be the happiest of his life, ended by bringing him the first heavy affliction external affliction which his life had ever known.
Then he invited them both to return with him and dine at the Manse, where he and his wife were accustomed to offer to all comers, high and low, rich and poor, "hospitality without grudging." So the three walked through Cairnforth woods, now glowing with full spring beauty, and wandered about the minister's garden till dinner-time.
Besides, the captain was decidedly "interesting." Young ladies would have thought him so, with his pale face and pensive air, which, seeing that the Byron fever had not yet attacked the youths of Cairnforth, appeared to his simple audience a melancholy quite natural and not assumed. And his delicacy of health was a fact only too patent.
Do you not see that yourself?" "I see, Lord Cairnforth, that you think it would be best for my boy to be separated from his mother." She spoke in a hurt tone, and yet with a painful consciousness that what she said was not far off the truth, more especially as the earl did not absolutely deny the accusation.
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