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It was evident that Harry had no foolish thoughts of her and Allan. In a little she said, "And you, Harry you have not you are " "I hope I am an honourable man, Graeme," said Harry, gravely. "There is nothing between Mr Ruthven and me. I mean, he does not wish me to leave him. But I must go, Graeme. I cannot stay here." "Harry, why? Tell me." Graeme laid her hand caressingly on his hair.
It seems to me the chances of happiness are not so unequal in single and married-life as is generally supposed." "You mayna be the best judge of that," said Mrs Snow, gravely. "No, I suppose not," said Graeme, with a laugh. "But I have no patience with the nonsense that is talked about old maids.
"You have right to say it, Lady," answered Magdalen Graeme; "for men tell of a time when this castle was not strong enough to save your father's life, or to afford your mother and her infant a place of refuge. And why ask ye me, then, wherefore I dwell not in mine own home, and with mine own people?"
She had no reason to suppose that Mrs Grove had anything to do with her vexation to-night, but she chose to assume it to be so, and following Graeme into the dining-room, where Will sat contentedly eating his bread and cheese, she said, "As there is no counting on the time of their home-coming, with other folks' convenience to consult, you had best let me bring up the dinner, Miss Graeme."
Allan Ruthven is an old friend, and Miss Graeme is no' the one to give her faith lightly to any man." "Well! no, she ain't. But, somehow, I had come to think that she never would change her state; and " "It's no' very long, then," said his wife, laughing. "You'll mind that it's no' long since you thought the minister likely to persuade her to it."
You must give up, I think," said he. Graeme rose languidly. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Come Rosie." "Leave the little one with me," said Mr Ruthven. And that was the last Graeme saw of Rosie for the next twelve hours, for she was not to escape the misery that had fallen so heavily upon the rest, and very wearily the day passed.
When Graeme was nineteen, his uncle invited him to town for a month a most unusual proceeding. During this period he studied closely his nephew's character. At the end of this term, Mr. Hargrave and his young charge were on their way to the classical regions, where their fancy had been so long straying.
"Of course, it is all nonsense, from beginning to end. That is just what I think, and what I have been saying to you. So don't let us say or think anything more about it. Good-night." "Good-night. It will all come right, I daresay;" and Graeme put it out of her thoughts, as Rose had bidden her do.
He struck Graeme as not bad-looking, in a somewhat over-fed and self-indulgent fashion, and inclined to superciliousness and self-complacency, if not to actual superiority and condescension. It occurred to him afterwards that this might arise from his absorption in his companion, for he turned again at once to Miss Brandt and began chattering like a lively and intelligent parrot.
For a minute she closed her eyes on the dreariness around, and leaned her head on a hencoop at her side. Rose had been fretful and uneasy all night, but now well pleased with the new sights around her, she sat still on her sister's lap. Soon the cheerful voice of the Captain, startled Graeme. "Touch and go with you I see, Miss Elliott. I am afraid you will have to give in like the rest."
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