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He tapped at the back door, and the old woman called upon him to come in, and guided him through the house to the study, as they still called it, though there was little enough study there in Haddo's days, and more song-books than theology. "Here's yin to speak wi' ye, Mr. Haddie!" cries the old wife.
Her late husband had been a great friend of Mr. Fairfax. At his death she had, after careful reflection, decided to carry on the work which her mother had so successfully conducted before her. Everything was going well, and there was not a trace of care or anxiety on Mrs. Haddo's fine face. There came a day, however, when this state of things was doomed to be altered.
He gave it the wider berth, keeping among fields; and came down at last by the water-side, where the manse stands solitary between the river and the road. He tapped at the back door, and the old woman called upon him to come in, and guided him through the house to the study, as they still called it, though there was little enough study there in Haddo's days, and more song-books than theology.
A faint smile flickered once more on Haddo's lips, but his eyes had still the peculiar hardness which was so uncanny. Arthur looked at him steadily. 'I have every reason to believe that you killed her, he said. Haddo's face did not for an instant change its expression. 'And have you communicated your suspicions to the police? 'I propose to.
Haddo's hands, so that she may keep it until Sir John Crawford, who is your guardian, returns." Betty's face had altered in expression. The sweetness and penitence had gone. "I have told you everything," she said. "I should have told you long ago. I blame myself bitterly for not doing so. But I may as well add that this story is not for Mrs.
"The doctor's last opinion, please, Miss Symes?" "Dr. Ashley says that Betty is much the same. The question now is how to keep up her strength. He thinks it better to have two specialists from London, as, if she continues in such intense excitement, further complications may arise." "Do you know where Betty's sisters are?" was Mrs. Haddo's next inquiry.
Haddo's private sitting-room. That good lady was busy over some work which she generally managed to accomplish at that special hour. She was seated at her desk, putting her signature to several notes and letters which she had dictated early that morning to her secretary. She looked up as Betty and Miss Symes entered. "Ah, Miss Symes!" said Mrs. Haddo. "How do you do, Betty? Sit down.
For the crippled laddie had never forgotten Mr. Traill's description of a proper picnic, and that must, indeed, be a wee dog's heaven. "Ay, that wull do fair weel." The collar had come back to him by this time, and the Lord Provost buckled it securely about Bobby's neck. The music of bagpipe, fife and drum brought them all out of Haddo's Hole into High Street.
Susie and Dr Porhoët, taken completely aback, did not know what to do; and Haddo's little eyes twinkled as he watched their discomfiture. 'I always thought that your friend had deplorable manners, he murmured. Susie, feeling very ridiculous, flushed, and Dr Porhoët awkwardly took off his hat.
Oh, Baron! if you heard her fine counter-tenor admonishing Kate and Matty in the morning, you, who understand music, would tremble at the idea of hearing her shriek in the psalmody of Haddo's Hole. 'Lord forgie you, colonel, how ye rin on! But I hope your honours will tak tea before ye gang to the palace, and I maun gang and mask it for you. So saying, Mrs.
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