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Updated: June 14, 2025
Midway there is a stretch of wood and garden around the House of Glenavelin, the one great dwelling-place in the vale. But it is a dwelling and a little more, for the home of the real lords of the land is many miles farther up the stream, in the moorland house of Etterick, where the Avelin is a burn, and the hills hang sharply over its source.
The prospect did not soothe him, and he turned to Bertha Afflint, who was watching the scene with curious eyes. "It's very sad, Lewie," she said, "but you'll get no canvassers from Glenavelin. We have all been pledged to Mr. Stocks for the last week. Alice is a keen politician, and, I believe, has permanently unsettled Lord Manorwater's easy-going Liberalism.
My going is such a sudden affair, that I might have had no time to come to Glenavelin, but I could not have left without seeing you." The girl murmured some indistinct words. "I hope you will have a good time and come back safely," she said, and then she was tongue-tied.
When the fall thickened she sought the shelter of a way-side cottage, with the purpose of either sending to Glenavelin for a carriage or waiting for the off-chance of a farmer's gig. By four o'clock the snow showed no sign of clearing, but fell in the same steady, noiseless drift. The mistress of the place made the girl tea and dispatched her son to Glenavelin.
There was a zest for toils and discomforts, a tolerance of failure, which had been aforetime his chief traveller's heritage. And then as he came to the ridge where the road passes from Glenavelin to Glen Adler, he stopped as in duty bound to look at the famous prospect.
He found the girl standing statue-like, holding the bridle-rein, and looking into the distance with vacant eyes. "Are you going back to Glenavelin, Miss Wishart?" he asked. "I think I had better go with you if you will allow me." Alice mutely assented and walked beside him while he led his horse. He could think of nothing to say.
If he had failed he was not wholly foolish; they knew his few redeeming virtues, and they would be generous. The talk stopped short as he entered, and he saw through the tobacco reek half a dozen lengthy faces wearing the air of solemnity which the hillman adopts in his pleasures. They were all his own herds and keepers, save two whom he knew for foresters from Glenavelin.
He had slept soundly a sleep haunted with nightmares, and he was still dazed as he peered out into the square where men were passing. He saw a sentry at the door of his hut, which reminded him of his condition. All the long night he had been far away, fishing, it seemed to him, in a curious place which was Glenavelin, and yet was ever changing to a stranger glen.
Wishart at this moment showed such obvious signs of restlessness that the lady rose to take her leave, otherwise George might have learned the truth. After the Glenavelin party had gone he wandered out to the lawn, pulling his moustache in vast perplexity and cursing the twisted world.
Looking after my affairs and idling. I stood for Parliament and got beaten." "Really! How exciting! Where is your home in Scotland, Mr. Haystoun? You told me once, but I have forgotten. You know I have no end of Scotch relatives." "It's in rather a remote part, a place called Etterick, in Glenavelin." "Glenavelin, Glenavelin," the lady repeated. "That's where the Manorwaters live, isn't it?"
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