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Updated: June 16, 2025
It was that growing doubt concerning the nature of the man, and a consciousness that she was unduly pleased the treat was actually to take place a growing consciousness that in spite of the doubt she cared more about seeing Sir Edwin Crathie than most men, with a like recognition that this might seriously endanger her own peace of mind.
At the factor's, the door was opened by Mrs Crathie herself, who, looking mysterious, led him to the dining room, where she plunged at once into business, doing her best to keep down all manifestation of the profound resentment she cherished against him. Her manner was confidential, almost coaxing.
And he promised to arrange it. When they reached Euston, Hal had to dash for the first taxi, and tear to the office with her report, and it was not until she was leaving that the call boy told her a gentleman had asked for her on the telephone in the afternoon. "Did he give any name?" she asked. "Yes, Mr. Crathie." Hal suppressed a smile. "I suppose you told him I was out." "Yes, miss.
They had fright enough over a paragraph in the Church Gazette, hinting at a lady in connection with one of their Ministers where there should be no lady; but prompt action had steered the ship through those shoals in safety. But all the same, this business of The Right Honourable Sir Edwin Crathie and the Stock Exchange had got to be attended to at once.
Those who still held their religious assemblies in the cave called the Baillies' Barn, met often, read and sang the comminatory psalms more than any others, and prayed much against the wiles and force of their enemies both temporal and spiritual; while Mr Crathie went every Sunday to Church, grew redder in the nose, and hotter in the temper.
"Dick is kicking the toes of his boots thin because he saw you yesterday with Sir Edwin Crathie." Hal coloured up, much to her own disgust, and greatly to Hermon's enjoyment, who immediately followed up his advantage with: "I suppose we shall all have to cry small now, because of the right honourable gentleman."
Mr Crathie gave a second and angrier push, but the youth's corporeal as well as his mental equilibrium was hard to upset, and his enemy drew back in mounting fury. "Get out of there," he cried, "or I'll horsewhip you for a damned blackguard." "Whup awa'," said Malcolm, "but in here ye s' no come the nicht."
Crathie herself, who, looking mysterious, led him to the dining-room, where she plunged at once into business, doing her best to keep down all manifestation of the profound resentment she cherished against him. Her manner was confidential, almost coaxing. "Ye see, Ma'colm," she said, as if pursuing instead of commencing a conversation, "he's some sore about the fraicass between him an' you.
Some one had said it quite casually in the motor bus one man to another, as an item of news of the day. "They say Sir Edwin Crathie is to marry Miss Bootes the heiress: "What! The Right Honourable Sir Edwin Crathie?" " So they say. He's very heavily in debt, I believe over some bad speculations and an heiress is about the only thing to float him.
Not knowing that he had already suffered from the blame of her fault, or the risk at which he met her, she would have gone. towards the house to meet him the sooner, had not this been a part of the grounds where she knew Mr Crathie tolerated no one without express leave given. The fisher folk in particular must keep to the road by the other side of the burn, to which the sea gate admitted them.
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