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The domestic crisis had betrayed the blind confidence which youth and inexperience had placed in it. Sir Patrick had won the day. "Things are settled and quiet, gentlemen; and I am able to accompany you," he said. "There are two ways to the shooting-cottage. One the longest passes by the inn at Craig Fernie. I am compelled to ask you to go with me by that way.
He had spoken loud enough for the waiter to hear him. Arnold's look of perplexity was instantly reflected on the face of Mr. Bishopriggs. The head-waiter at Craig Fernie possessed an immense experience of the manners and customs of newly-married people on their honeymoon trip.
The expression of suspicion began to show itself again in his face. Concealing as she best might the disgust that he inspired in her, Anne stated her errand in the most direct manner, and in the fewest possible words. "I have come here to ask you for something," she said. "Ay? ay? What may it be ye're wanting of me?" "I want the letter I lost at Craig Fernie."
ARNOLD was a little surprised by the curt manner in which Geoffrey answered him. "Has Sir Patrick said any thing unpleasant?" he asked. "Sir Patrick has said just what I wanted him to say." "No difficulty about the marriage?" "None." "No fear of Blanche " "She won't ask you to go to Craig Fernie I'll answer for that!"
Your ladyship's black Spaniards are famous all round the neighborhood. Nobody has got the breed. And Mrs. Inchbare " "Wants to share the distinction of having the breed with me," said Lady Lundie. "I won't appear ungracious. I will see her myself, as soon as I am a little better, and tell her that I have changed my mind. Send one of the men to Craig Fernie with a message.
Every one of those circumstances, Blanche, occurred at Craig Fernie, between a lady and a gentleman, on the day when Miss Silvester disappeared from this house And wait! being pressed for her name, after the gentleman had left her behind him at the inn, the name the lady gave was, 'Mrs. Silvester. What do you think of that?" "Think! I'm bewildered I can't realize it."
Fernie," she stammered, timidly, "I suppose there is nothing more to say. I am no doubt all that you have called me. I am heartless; I have led you on. Well, but I did not know how could I tell that you were taking things so seriously? How can you be so angry just because I can't marry you? One girl is no better than another. There are plenty of girls in the world.
I am not very well, and not able to deal with people of that sort. I thought it best to leave Craig Fernie this morning. I hope and pray I shall never see Craig Fernie again." She told her little story with a total absence of emotion of any sort, and laid her head back wearily on the chair when it was done. Blanche's eyes filled with tears at the sight of her.
Well how it could have happened, Heaven only knows but there is reason to fear that I married her, without being aware of it myself, in August last, at the Craig Fernie inn." The letter dropped from Sir Patrick's hand. He sank back in the chair, stunned for the moment, under the shock that had fallen on him. He rallied, and rose bewildered to his feet. He took a turn in the room.
The country about Craig Fernie, mountain on one side and moor on the other, held no second house of public entertainment, for miles and miles round, at any point of the compass. No rambling individual but the helpless British Tourist wanted food and shelter from strangers in that part of Scotland; and nobody but Mistress Inchbare had food and shelter to sell.
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