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Therefore, on a bright June morning, as bright as that of his sad birth-day and his mother's death-day, twenty-one years before, the earl awoke to the sound of music playing if the national pipes of the peninsula could be called music underneath his window, and heard his good neighbors from the clachan, young and old, men, women, and bairns, uniting their voices in one hearty shout, wishing "A lang life and a merry ane" to the Earl of Cairnforth.
It was a bright winter morning the day the Earl of Cairnforth was buried clear hard frost, and a little snow not much snow never lies long on the shores of Loch Beg.
"Helen has just been reminding me that the earl and countess used always to come and rest at the Manse between sermons. Would Lord Cairnforth like to do the same? It is a good way to the Castle or perhaps he is too fatigued for the afternoon service?" "Oh no, I should like it very much. And, nurse, I do so want to see Mr. Cardross's children; and Helen who is Helen?" "My daughter.
After that day it came to be a general rule that, when she could not manage him herself, which not infrequently happened for the very similarity in temperament and disposition between the mother and son made their conflicts, even at this early age, longer and harder Helen brought Boy up to the Castle and left him, sometimes for hours together, in the library with Lord Cairnforth.
I am thankful, my good old friend, for every wise word you say to me." Again the good lawyer hesitated: "There is a subject, one exceedingly difficult to speak of, but it should be named, since you might not think of it yourself. Lord Cairnforth, the only way in which you can secure your property against these Bruces is by at once making your will."
When the session was over, Cardross went home to see his mother and grandfather, and on his return Lord Cairnforth listened eagerly to all the accounts of Cairnforth, and especially of all that Mrs. Bruce was doing there; she, as the person most closely acquainted with the earl's affairs, having been constituted regent in his absence.
Menteith had been expected all day, but had not arrived, and the earl had taken a long drive with Helen and her father through the Cairnforth woods, where the wild daffodils were beginning to succeed the fading snowdrops, and the mavises had been heard to sing those few rich notes which belong especially to the twilights of early spring, and earnest of all the richness, and glory, and delight of the year.
How free and happy they must feel!" "What an odd fancy! And not a particularly pleasant one," replied the captain, with a shiver. "Not unpleasant, to my mind. I like to think of these things. If I were out of the body, I should, if I could fly back to Cairnforth." "Pray don't imagine such dreadful things. May you live a hundred years!" "Not quite, I hope. A hundred years of my life!
Whoever succeeds me ought to know them all, and be to them exactly what I have been, or rather what I hope to be." "Mr. Cardross, for instance. Were you thinking of him as your heir?" "No, not exactly," replied Lord Cairnforth, slightly coloring. "He is a little too old. Besides, he is not quite the sort of person I should wish too gentle and self-absorbed too little practical."
Bruce might in middle age have grown into what is termed a "hard" woman; capable of passionate affection, but of equally passionate severity, and prone to exercise both alike upon the beings most precious to her on earth. "I fear it is not a pleasant doctrine to preach to mothers," said Lord Cairnforth; "but, Helen, all boys ought to leave home some time. How else are they to know the world?"
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