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"Maybe, maybe," and Ulrika turned to go; but she muttered sullenly as she went, "There be them that know and could tell, and them that will have her yet." She shut the door behind her with a sharp clang, and, left to himself, Mr. Dyceworthy again smiled such a benignant, fatherly smile! He then walked to the window and looked out.
The young men joined her in it; and, still with an amused expression on her lovely face, leaning her head back against a cluster of pale roses, she went on "My father dislikes Mr. Dyceworthy so much, because he wants to to oh, what is it they do to savages, father? Yes, I know, to convert us, to make us Lutherans.
Her voice, clear as a bell ringing in frosty air, cut through the silence like a sweep of a sword-blade. "How dare you!" she said, with a wrathful thrill in her low, intense tones. "How dare you come here to insult me!" Insult her! He, the Reverend Charles Dyceworthy, considered guilty of insult in offering honorable marriage to a mere farmer's daughter!
Dyceworthy blinked feebly, and drew out his handkerchief. "I trust, Sir Philip," he said mildly, "you will reconsider your words! It would ill beseem you to strive to do me harm in the parish were my ministrations are welcome, as appealing to that portion of the people who follow the godly Luther. Oh yes," and he smiled cheerfully "you will reconsider your words.
"I am all attention! Consider me your father-confessor. Miss Gueldmar, and explain the reason of this 'bad, fierce' temper of yours." She peeped at him shyly from under her silken lashes. "It is more dreadful than you think," she answered in a low tone. "Mr. Dyceworthy asked me to marry him." Lorimer's keen eyes flashed with indignation.
Dyceworthy hesitated, and wished with all his heart that this girl was not so thoroughly self-possessed. Any sign of timidity in her would have given him an increase of hardihood. But her eyes were coldly brilliant, and glanced him over without the smallest embarrassment. He took refuge in his never-failing remedy, his benevolent smile a smile that covered a multitude of hypocrisies.
All eagerly expressed their desire to accompany him with the exception of one, Pierre Duprez, he had disappeared. "Why, where has he gone?" demanded Lorimer in some surprise. "I canna tell," replied Macfarlane. "He just slipped awa' while ye were haverin' about Dyceworthy he'll maybe join us at the shore."
Dyceworthy been possessed of a field-glass, he might have been able to discern on her deck, the figure of a tall, fair girl, who, drawing her crimson hood over her rich hair, stood gazing with wistful, dreamy blue eyes, at the last receding shores of the Altenfjord eyes that smiled and yet were tearful. "Are you sorry, Thelma?" asked Errington gently, as he passed one arm tenderly round her.
I would have split that glass to atoms before I would have drained it after you! The friends of a false heart are no friends for me, the followers of a pretended sanctity find no welcome under my roof! Why not have told me at once that you came as spies, hounded on by the liar Dyceworthy?
Something in these latter words struck Lorimer, for, raising himself in his seat, he asked, "Surely Mr. Dyceworthy, with all his stupidity, doesn't carry it so far as to believe in witchcraft?" "Oh, indeed he does," exclaimed Duprez; "he believes in it a la lettre! He has Bible authority for his belief. He is very firm firmest when drunk!" And he laughed gaily.
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