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"A Miss Dunbar a nice girl that I met at Glenbracken. Her property fits in with theirs, and I believe his father has been wishing it for a long time." "It does not sound too romantic," said Meta. "He writes as if he had the sense of having been extremely dutiful," said Norman. "No doubt thinking it needful in addressing a namesake, who has had an eye to the main chance," said the doctor.
"Ah! he is a great hero of yours?" said Flora. "Do you know him?" said Meta. "No; but he is a great friend of Norman's, and a Scottish cousin Norman Ogilvie. Norman has his name from the Ogilvies." "Our grandmother, Mrs. Mackenzie, was a daughter of Lord Glenbracken," said Flora. "This man might be called the Master of Glenbracken at home," said Ethel.
He was a pleasant, high-bred looking gentleman, brown-complexioned, and dark-eyed, with a brisk and resolute cast of countenance, that, Ethel thought, might have suited the Norman of Glenbracken, who died on the ruddy Lion of Scotland, and speaking with the very same slight degree of Scottish intonation as she remembered in her mother, making a most home-like sound in her ears.
"It is such a pretty title, and there is a beautiful history belonging to them. There was a Master of Glenbracken who carried James IV.'s standard at Flodden, and would not yield, and was killed with it wrapped round his body, and the Lion was dyed with his blood. Mamma knew some scraps of a ballad about him.
"I always thought Swinton a pig-headed old fellow, and I have little doubt that my ancestor was a young ruffian," coolly answered the Master of Glenbracken. "Why?" was all that Ethel could say in her indignation. "It was the normal state of Scottish gentlemen," he answered. "If I thought you were in earnest, I should say you did not deserve to be a Scot."
I had rather have been the Master of Glenbracken at Flodden than King James, or" for she grew rather ashamed of having been impelled to utter the personal allusion "better to have been the Swinton or the Gordon at Homildon than all the rest put together."
Lady Glenbracken will not come too much into my sphere either. Yes, I am doing well by my sisters." It would make stay-at-home people giddy to record how much pleasure, how much conversation and laughter were crowded into those ten days, and with much thought and feeling beside them, for these were not girls on whom grave Oxford could leave no impression but one of gaiety.
Norman made a great effort to recover himself. Ethel asked for Flora and George. It appeared that they had been on an excursion when the first letter arrived at Glenbracken, and thus had received both together in the evening, on their return.
Is it not a beauty?" It was one of the round Bruce brooches, of dark pebble, with a silver fern-leaf lying across it, the dots of small Cairngorm stones. "The Glenbracken badge, you know," continued Flora. Ethel twisted it about in her fingers, and said, "Was not it meant for you?" "It was to oblige me, if you choose so to regard it," said Flora, smiling.
George had been greatly overcome, and they had wished to set off instantly; but Lady Glenbracken would not hear of Flora's travelling night and day, and it had at length been arranged that Norman Ogilvie should drive Norman across the country that evening, to catch the mail for Edinburgh, and he had been on the road ever since.
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