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"Very well, I will say no more." Mrs. Haddo sank into the nearest chair. After a minute's pause she turned to her writing-table and wrote a letter. She then rang her bell, and desired Anderson to get ready for a short journey. About three o'clock that day Fanny, accompanied by Anderson, with her trunks and belongings heaped on top of a station-cab, drove from Haddo Court never to return.
Two days after this, when Arthur was in his consultingroom, Haddo's card was brought to him. Arthur's jaw set more firmly. 'Show the gentleman in, he ordered. When Haddo entered, Arthur, standing with his back to the fireplace, motioned him to sit down. 'What can I do for you? he asked coldly.
The Specialities always met at eight o'clock in the evening. They were expected to wear their pretty evening-dress, and look as much like grown-up young ladies as possible. In a great house like Haddo Court there must be all sorts of rooms, some much bigger than others. Thus, where every room was nice and comfortable, there were a few quite charming.
She wanted to seek for them now, but it never occurred to her for a single moment where they might possibly be discovered. The grounds round Haddo Court were very extensive, and Martha did not leave a yard of these grounds unexplored, yet nowhere could she find the twins. At last she came back to the house, tired out and very miserable.
"'Tain't no disgrace, missie, as I've heerd tell on," said the farmer. "Oh Farmer Miles, I am glad to see you!" said Betty. "Fancy dear, kind Mrs. Haddo giving us leave to come and have tea with you! I do hope, Mrs. Miles, you've got a very nice tea, for I can tell you I am hungry.
She never came out of the park gates, but sometimes you could see her wandering about inside by herself. She saw no one. Haddo had long since quarrelled with the surrounding gentry; and though one old lady, the mother of a neighbouring landowner, had called when Margaret first came, she had not been admitted, and the visit was never returned.
Everyone admits that from the outset his position was one of great difficulty, but he increased it greatly by his practical refusal to grasp the nettle. He was not ambitious of power, but, on the contrary, longed for his quiet retreat at Haddo. He was on the verge of seventy and was essentially a man of few, but scholarly tastes.
Haddo will give me leave I will tell you about Scotland, and the heather, and the fairies that live in the heather-bells; and I will tell you about our little gray stone house, and about Donald Macfarlane and Jean Macfarlane. Oh, you will love to hear! You are something like them, except that unfortunately you are English." "Don't put that agen me," said Mrs.
I could not refuse your request, but we are all in great trouble to-day at the school. One of our young ladies one greatly beloved by us all is exceedingly, indeed I must add most dangerously, ill." "It's about her we've come," said the farmer. Here Mrs. Haddo sank into a seat. "Why, what do you know about Miss Betty Vivian?"
"And so you brought your clothes in these?" "Yes," replied Betty. "Donald Macfarlane made them for us. He can do all sorts of carpentering. He meant to paint them green; but we thought we'd like them best just as they are unpainted." "They are strong, useful boxes," replied Mrs. Haddo.
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