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He gazed after her long and earnestly. "It's an awfu' thing to ha'e a wuman like that angert at ye!", he said to himself when at length she had disappeared, " as bonny as she is angry! God be praised 'at he kens a'thing, an' 's no angert wi' ye for the luik o' a thing! But the wheel may come roon' again wha kens? Ony gait I s' mak' the best o' Kelpie I can. I won'er gien she kens Leddy Florimel!
"Let us ride to Richmond tomorrow," said Florimel, "and have a good gallop in the park. Did you ever see a finer sight than that animal on the grass?" "The fellow's too heavy for her," said Liftore. "I should very much like to try her myself." Florimel pulled up, and turned to Malcolm. "MacPhail," she said, "have that mare of yours ready whenever Lord Liftore chooses to ride her."
Very reluctant, yet obedient, the bard laid hold of the growling animal by the collar; and Lady Florimel was just turning to finish her ascent of the stair and see what dread thing had come to pass, when, to her great joy, she heard Malcolm's voice, calling from the farther end of the street "Hey, daddy! What's happened 'at I dinna hear the pipes?"
Malcolm conferred a moment with Travers and returned. "They are quite willing, my lady," he said. "What fun!" cried Florimel, her girlish spirit all at the surface. "How I should like to run away from horrid London altogether, and never hear of it again! Dear old Lossie House! and the boats! and the fishermen!" she added meditatively.
"But that is very wrong," she said, almost as if rebuking a child. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. What! dislike your own mother?" "Dinna say the word, my leddy," cried Malcolm in a tone of agony, "or ye'll gar me skirl an' rin like the mad laird. He's no a hair madder nor I wad be wi' sic a mither." He would have passed her to leave the room. But Lady Florimel could not bear defeat.
"If your ladyship never had another true friend, Mr Lenorme is one," added Malcolm. "What opportunity can you have had for knowing?" said Florimel. "I have been sitting to him every morning for a good many days," answered Malcolm. "he is something like a man!" Florimel's face flushed with pleasure. She liked to hear him praised, for he loved her.
On a landing half way up the stair, stood Lady Florimel, peeping over the balusters, afraid to fix her eyes upon him lest she should make him look up. "Yes, yes, I daresay!" acquiesced the marquis; "but," he persisted, "what I want to know is, how you got in that time. You seem to have some reluctance to answer the question." "Weel, I hey, my lord." "Then I must insist on your doing so."
"I'll go and fetch Wallis," said the man, and closing the door, left the hall. Now this Wallis had been a fellow servant of Malcolm's at Lossie House, but he did not know that he had gone with Lady Bellair when she took Florimel away: almost everyone had left at the same time. He was now glad indeed to learn that there was one amongst the servants who knew him.
Liftore had, if not quite the freedom of the spot, yet privileges there, but at that moment Florimel was alone in it.
The intercourse between Florimel and Malcolm grew gradually more familiar, until at length it was often hardly to be distinguished from such as takes place between equals, and Florimel was by degrees forgetting the present condition in the possible future of the young man.
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