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With the exception of those two visits, during a whole twelvemonth the earl and his adopted son were scarcely parted for a single day. Years afterward, Cardross loved to relate, first to his mother, and then to his children, sometimes with laughter, and again with scarcely repressed tears, may an anecdote of the life they two led together at St.
Cardross, and a resident proprietor like the Earl of Cairnforth. The earl arrived a few days before the festival day, and spent the time in going over his whole property from one end to the other. He took Mrs. Bruce with him.
"It is a bonnie bairn, as you say; God bless it!" which, as she afterward told him, was the first blessing ever breathed over the child. "What is its name:" he asked by-and-by, seeing she expected more notice taken of it. "Alexander Cardross after my father. My son is a born Scotsman too an Edinburg laddie. We were coming home, as fast as we could, to Cairnforth.
The door opened and Malcourt entered slowly, almost noiselessly. There was not a vestige of colour in his face, nor of expression as he crossed the room for a match and relighted his cigarette. "Well?" inquired Portlaw, "did you get Cardross on the wire?" "Yes." Malcourt stood motionless, hands in his pockets, the cigarette smoke curling up blue in the sunshine. "I've got to go," he said.
But at the first sound of his visitors' footsteps he turned round that is, he turned his little chair round and welcomed them heartily and brightly. A little ordinary talk ensued, in which Cardross scarcely joined. The young man was not himself at all silent, abstracted; and there was an expression in his face which almost frightened his mother, so solemn was it, yet withal so exceedingly sweet.
Cardross knew that she had been suddenly sent for out of the clachan, the countess having, with her dying breath, desired that this young woman, whose circumstances were so like her own, should be taken as wet-nurse to the new-born baby.
"I knew it was so from the way he shook hands," said Hamil, smiling. "How well he looks, Constance! And as for you you are a real beauty!" "You don't think so! But say it, Garry.... And now I think I had better retire and complete this unceremonious toilet.... And you may stroll over to pay your respects to Mrs. Cardross in the meanwhile if you choose." He looked at her gravely. She nodded.
Then he suffered himself to be carried to his bed, which, for the first time in his life, he refused to leave for several days. Not that he was ill he declined any medical help, and declared that he was only "weary, weary" at which, after his long journey, no one was surprised. He refused to see any body, even Mr. Cardross, and would suffer no one beside him but his old nurse, Mrs.
One thing, however, smote his heart with a sore pang, which, after a week or so, he could not entirely conceal from Mr. Cardross. Had Helen left him him, her friend from childhood no message, no letter? Had her happy love so completely blotted out old ties that she could go away without one word of farewell to him? The minister thought not.
As for the boy's mother, she led a life very retired more retired than even Helen Cardross, doing all her duties as the minister's daughter, but seldom appearing in society. And society speculated little about her. Sometimes, when the Castle was full of guests, Mrs.
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