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She knew that he had some maggot in his head that made him regard Elspeth as a sore on the family honor, but ascribing his views to jealousy she had never tried seriously to change them.
And what could he do but look at her with the wonder and the awe that come to every man who, for one moment in his life, knows a woman well? "You can love me still, Grizel!" His voice was shaky. "Just the same," she answered, and I suppose he looked uplifted. "But you should be sorry," she said gravely, and it was then that Elspeth came back. She had not much exceeded her two minutes.
It wes half and between, and so a' said it wud be pleasant for her tae be in her ain country again, aifter livin' in the sooth." Her hearers indicated that Elspeth had not fallen beneath herself, and began to wonder how a woman who had lived in London would fit into Drumtochty. "What div ye think she said tae me?"
"It's the only place I hinna telled you o'," she said. "Had you forget, it mother?" Forget the Den! Ah, no, Tommy, your mother had not forgotten the Den. "And, listen, Elspeth, in the Den there's a bonny spring of water called the Cuttle Well. Had you forgot the Cuttle Well, mother?" No, no; when Jean Myles forgot the names of her children she would still remember the Cuttle Well.
"I feel the soul now," he said, "of marigolds and pansies. That is the difference to me." "What shall you do? Stay here and grow or travel again and grow?" "I do not yet know.... It depends." "It depends on Ian, does it not?" "Yes.... Now you speak as Gilian and now you speak as Elspeth." "That is the marvel of the world.... That Person whom we call Being has also a long name.
Shovel, however, was at hand, not only to tell him all about it, but to applaud, and home strutted Tommy chuckling. "I am sleeping," he next said to Elspeth, "so you may as well come to your bed." He imitated the breathing of a sleeper, but it was the only sound to be heard in London, and he desisted fearfully.
When the Lord Abbot had suddenly and superciliously vanished from the eyes of his expectant vassals, the Sub-Prior made amends for the negligence of his principal, by the kind and affectionate greeting which he gave to all the members of the family, but especially to Dame Elspeth, her foster-daughter, and her son Edward. "Where," he even condescended to inquire, "is that naughty Nimrod, Halbert?
"Alas! but I cannot show my face in the company of men," said Roderic. "I am in hiding as an outlaw, and I am alone and ill-defended." "Be, then, upon the headland of Garroch at the midnight hour," said Elspeth. "Wait there, my lord, and I will send to you either Aasta herself or else a messenger who will tell you all you may wish to know."
Tommy asked, with a smile that helped her, as it was meant to do. "You understand, don't you?" she said, almost in a whisper. "Of course I do, Elspeth," he answered reassuringly; but somehow she still thought he didn't. "No one could have been more manly and gentle and humble," she said beseechingly. "I am sure of it," said Tommy. "He thinks nothing of himself," she said.
Well, she must and would have the pin, and she started for Elspeth's cabin. On the way she met the old woman in the path, but got little satisfaction. Elspeth merely grunted ungraciously while eyeing the white woman with suspicion. Mary Taylor, again alone, sat down at a turn in the path, just out of sight of the house, and waited.
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