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On the other hand, Donal had in return done more for Gibbie than he knew, though what he had done for him, namely, shared his dinners with him, had been less of a gift than he thought, and Donal had rather been sharing in Gibbie's dinner, than Gibbie in Donal's. It was a lovely Saturday evening on Glashgar. The few flowers about the small turf cottage scented the air in the hot western sun.
But though she had made no protest on being taken out of the drawing-room, Robin had known that what Andrews' soft-sounding whisper had promised would take place when she reached the Nursery. She was too young to feel more than terror which had no defense whatever. She had no more defense against Andrews than she had had against the man who had robbed her of Donal.
Galbraith; and the result of their conference was that Fergus went home resolved on yet another attempt. He felt much inclined to associate Donal with him in his watch this time, but was too desirous of proving his courage both to himself and to the world, to yield to the suggestion of his fear. He went to bed with a book immediately after the noon-day meal and rose in time for supper.
"Even if I had known what you thought I could not have defended myself," he answered, faintly smiling. "You must not let yourself think of it. It is nothing now." The hand holding the embroidery lifted itself to touch her breast. There was even a shade of awe of him in her eyes. "It is something to me and to Donal. You have never defended yourself. You endure things and endure them.
The child was, in fact, too full of the reality of her happiness with Donal and Donal's mother to be more than faintly bewildered by a sort of visionary conundrum. Robin, like Donal, slept perfectly through the night.
Every few days they met in some wonderfully chosen and always quiet spot. Donal knew and loved the half unknown remote corners of the older London too.
Her first feeling thereupon was, not unnaturally however unreasonably, one of resentment as if Donal, in not doing her the kindness her fancy had been attributing to him, had all the time been doing her an injury; but the boy's honest bearing and her own good sense made her, almost at once, dismiss the absurdity.
Before they reached the end which would have led them out into the open he put his hand on her shoulder and held her back. "In this Wood even now there is Something which must be saved from suffering. It is helpless it is blameless. It is not you it is not Donal. God help it." He spoke steadily but strangely and his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper though it was not one.
He loitered near until he saw Donal arrive, then crept after him and the porter up the stair, and when Donal sat down by the fire, got into the room and behind the curtain. The boys had then a jolly time of it.
"The Prince is a model husband, your Excellency," said Jennie, with a sly glance at Lord Donal, whose expression of uncertainty increased as this colloquy went on, "and he would have come to London without a murmur had his wife been selfish enough to tear him away from his beloved Meran." "A model husband!" said the ancient count, with an unctuous chuckle.
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