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His pretended recollection of Lady Gourlay was, as the reader already guesses, nothing more than the description of her which he had received from Corbet, that he might be able to play his part with an appearance of more natural effect. With the baronet, the task of deception was by no means difficult; but with Lucy, the case was altogether one of a different complexion.
"I wonder what's the cause of that extraordinary vividness in the speech of the Scotch peasantry?" said Allan more to keep the blades from bickering than from any wish to know. "It comes from a power of seeing things vividly inside your mind," said a voice, timorous and wheezy, away down the table. What cockerel was this crowing? They turned, and beheld the blushing Gourlay.
Gourlay, one of those restless and indispensable cranks who make the world turn round, active, obstinate, imprudent, uncompromisingly devoted to the common good as he saw it, came to Canada in 1817 on settlement and colonization bent.
"Noat to-night, Mr. Gourlay," he stammered and his unusual flutter of refusal might have warned Gourlay "noat to-night, if you please; noat to-night, if you please. As a matter of fact eh what I really came into the town for, doan't you see, was eh to attend the meeting the Provost has convened about the railway. You'll come down to the meeting, will ye noat?"
She could not bear to be left alone. "Mother," she cried in a frenzy, "I'll keep ye company!" "Let us read a chapter," said Mrs. Gourlay. She took down the big Bible, and "the thirteent' chapter o' First Corinthians," she announced in a loud voice, as if giving it out from the pulpit, "the thirteent' o' the First Corinthians:"
The manner of his disgrace she did not care to hear; she only knew her first-born was in sorrow. "Oh, my son, my son," she cried; "my laddie, my wee laddie!" She was thinking of the time when he trotted at her petticoat. It was market-day, and Gourlay must face the town. There was interest due on a mortgage which he could not pay; he must swallow his pride and try to borrow it in Barbie.
"Never mind him, Miss Gourlay," exclaimed Sam "never mind; he did distinguish himself, and on more than one occasion, too, and well deserved his promotion.
His mouth was fallen slack, and showed a few yellow tusks. "Eh?" he asked vaguely. The thought that he must leave the Gourlays could not penetrate his mind. "I don't need you ainy more," said Gourlay again, and met his eye steadily. "I'm gey auld," said Peter, still shaking his hands with that pitiful gesture, "but I only need a bite and a sup. Man, I'm willin' to tak onything."
Mainwaring, "and I shall call for you in about an hour, or, perhaps, a little better." It was so arranged, and Lucy went in accordingly. We must now follow Mrs. Mainwaring, who, on inquiring if she could see Sir Thomas Gourlay, was informed by Gibson, who had got his cue, that he was not in a condition to see any one at present. "My business is somewhat important," replied Mrs.
"It'th a fine morning, Mr. Gourlay," he simpered. "There's noathing wrong with the morning," grunted Gourlay, as if there was something wrong with the Deacon. "We wath wanting to thee ye on a very important matter, Mithter Gourlay," lisped the Deacon, smiling up at the big man's face, with his head on one side, and rubbing his fingers in front of him.
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