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Courthope at the House. Then he fed and dressed Kelpie, saddled her and galloped to Duff Harbor, where he found Mr. Soutar at breakfast, and arranged with him to be at Lossie House at two o'clock. On his way back he called on Mr. Morrison, and requested his presence at the same hour.
He had explained to Mrs Courthope what he wanted the things for, and she had made no difficulty of sending them to the address he gave her. Lenorme had already begun the portrait, had indeed been working at it very busily, and was now quite ready for him to sit.
I 's be wi ye in guid time wi' the best the sea 'll gie me," he answered. "If I have the fish by nine o'clock, that will be early enough," she returned. "I wad na like to wait sae lang for my brakfast," remarked Malcolm. "You wouldn't mind it much, if you waited asleep," said Mrs Courthope. "Can onybody sleep till sic a time o' day as that?" exclaimed the youth.
"Weel, my lord, hae ye ony objection to lat me sleep up yonner?" "None at all only you'd better see what Mrs Courthope has to say to it. Perhaps you won't be so ready after you hear her story." "But I hae yer lordship's leave to tak ony room I like?" "Certainly. Go to Mrs Courthope, and tell her I wish you to choose your own quarters."
When his next volumes appeared, the workmanship proved, as of old, unequal, but here and there Crabbe showed a musical ear, and an individuality of touch of a different order from anything he had achieved before. Mr. Courthope and other critics hold that there are passages in Crabbe's earliest poems, such as The Village, which have a metrical charm he never afterwards attained.
The service must have been half through before a lackey, to whom Mrs Courthope had committed the matter when she went to church, brought him the message that the marquis would see him. "Well, MacPhail, what do you want with me?" said his lordship as he entered. "It's my duty to acquaint yer lordship wi' certain proceedin's 'at took place last night," answered Malcolm. "Go on," said the marquis.
They went a long way without conversation, and yet Courthope found in this march keen enjoyment. His heart was absurdly light. To have performed so considerable a service for Madge, now to be walking beside her on an errand of mercy, was as much joy as the present hour could hold.
Then she turned to Lizzy and thanked her for her kindness, and they parted Lizzy to her baby, and Clementina to yet a dream or two. Long before her dreams were sleeping ones, however, Malcolm was out in the bay in the Psyche's dinghy, catching mackerel: some should be for his grandfather, some for Miss Horn, some for Mrs Courthope, and some for Mrs Crathie.
"Weel, I wadna wonner," said Malcolm, "gien Mrs Courthope wad like the haddie tu, an' maybe the lave o' them as weel. Hers is a muckle faimily to haud eatin. I'll jist gang to the Hoose first afore I mak ony mair offers frae my creel." "Ye'll lea' the troot wi' me," said Mrs Catanach imperiously. "Na; I canna du that. Ye maun see yersel' 'at I canna." The woman's face grew dark with anger.
"By a visit to the Museum, and an inspection by eye and nose of the quaint specimens of antique clothing exhibited there, the intelligent and imaginative traveller may conjure up a mental picture of the unpolished appearance of the old-time Mangi and his lady before he adopted the tall hat and frock coat of civilisation, or she had discovered the 'swanbill'!" It is by Courthope, not Collins.
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