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The man who sat before him was big and straight and gave forth warmth and light. He needed warmth and light; he needed a big tree to lean against. He vaguely hoped that Glenfernie was home to stay. He rubbed his hands and drank more wine. "No one has known for a long time where you were.... Goodworth has an agent in Paris who says that Ian tried once to find out that." "To find out where I was?"
When at last they let her body forth her mind was found to be broken.... My father and mother married and lived, until Glenfernie came to him, at Windygarth. I was born at Windygarth. My grandmother lived with us. I was twelve years old before she went from earth. It was all her pleasure to be forth from the house any house, for she called them all prisons. So I was sent to ramble with her.
Sitting there in the sunshine, his will deceiving him, he determined that it was simply that Elspeth had at last told Glenfernie that she could not love him because she loved another. Probably persistence being markedly a trait of Old Steadfast's he had been after her once and again, and she had turned upon him and said much more than in prudence she should have said!
There came a sound from the chair pushed back from the light. Mr. Wotherspoon measured the table with his fingers. "It seems that the countryside was searching for her. It was the laird of Glenfernie who, alone and coming upon some trace, entered the Kelpie's Pool and found her there. They say that he carried her, dead, in his arms through the glen to White Farm."
"For Elspeth," said Gilian. "It is almost two years. You have ceased to grieve?" "Ah no! But one learns how to marry grief and gladness." "Have you learned that? That is a long lesson. But some are quicker than others or had learned much beforehand.... Where is Elspeth?" "Oh, she is safe, Glenfernie!" "I wanted her body safe safe, warm, in my arms!" "Spirit and spirit. Meet spirit with spirit!"
Then came lights, and the English secretary and physician, with servants to lay the table and bring supper. Glenfernie ate and drank with the two men. His lordship was reported better, would doubtless be up to-morrow. The talk fell upon Greece, to which country the nobleman was, in the end, bound. Greek art, Greek literature, Greek myth.
All the same, other drifts concurring, I think that he fled by the Lisbon ship!" Mother Binning pushed aside the pan of water and rubbed her hand across her eyes. She took up her bundle of herbs. "Hoot, Glenfernie! do ye think that's your soul's desire?" Jock came limping around the house.
So she knew much that was true of Alexander Jardine, but likewise entertained a sufficient amount of misapprehension and romancing. Out of it all came, however, for the dale, and for the women at White Farm who listened to the burn's voice, a sense of trustworthiness. Elspeth, walking by Glenfernie, felt kindness for him.
"May I ask how he learned it?" "The laird of Glenfernie, who had been in the Low Countries, told him. Apparently Glenfernie had acquaintances, agents, who traced it out for him that you had sailed from Dunkirk for Beauly Firth, under the name of Robert Bonshaw." "So he was there, pacing the beach," thought Ian. He lifted his glass and drank Mr. Wotherspoon's very good wine. That gentleman went on.
When your father was a laddie they often used to sit here, the two of them. They were great wanderers together." "I never heard it," said Alexander. "Almost it seems too bright...." They sat in silence, but the train of thought started went on with Glenfernie: "But perhaps she never went so far as the Kelpie's Pool." "The Kelpie's Pool!... I do not like that place!
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