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Updated: May 21, 2025
There is no Paradise, no Garden of Eden, without its serpent, and so Janet Haddo was destined to experience. The disturbing element which came into the school was brought about in the most natural way. Sir John Crawford, the father of one of Mrs. Haddo's favorite pupils, called unexpectedly to see the good lady. "I have just got the most exciting piece of news for you," he said.
They all came to see me last week to say good-bye; and we had quite a trying time, the children are so affectionate. I should have greatly loved to keep them longer; but their father was determined to have them with him, so there was nothing to be done but submit." "Oh, Mrs. Haddo, what is one person's loss is another person's gain!" "I don't understand you, Sir John," was the good lady's reply.
"Be damned if I stand this!" exclaimed Haddo, casting his tobacco-pipe violently on the table, where it was smashed in pieces. "Out of my house with ye, or I'll call for the dragoons." "The speerit of the Lord is upon me," said M'Brair with solemn ecstasy. "I sist you to compear before the Great White Throne, and I warn you the summons shall be bloody and sudden."
But Betty lay awake warm, excited, triumphant. "I've managed things now," she thought; "and if every girl in the school asks me if I have a little packet, and if every teacher does likewise, I'll be able truthfully to say 'No." Early the next morning Mrs. Haddo announced her intention to take the Vivians to London.
Half-holidays were always prized at Haddo Court; and the girls were now in excellent spirits, full of all sorts of schemes and plans for the term which had little more than begun, and during which they hoped to achieve so much. Fanny Crawford, in particular, was in earnest conversation with Susie Rushworth.
'Oh, I'm sure she loved me. Meanwhile Susie's eyes were fixed on Haddo's cruel telegram. She seemed to hear his mocking laughter. 'Margaret loathed Oliver Haddo with a hatred that was almost unnatural. It was a physical repulsion like that which people sometimes have for certain animals.
"And may I make bold to ask your name, miss?" inquired the farmer's wife. "Yes, you may," said Betty. "It isn't much of a name. It's just Betty Vivian, and I live at Haddo Court." "My word! Be you one of them young ladies?" "I don't know quite what you mean; but I am Betty Vivian, and I live at Haddo Court." "But how ever did you get on the high road, miss?" asked the farmer. Betty laughed.
But me! na, deil haet o' me! 'She is penitent at least, says M'Brair. 'Do you mean to actually up and tell me to my face that she accused me? cried the curate. 'I canna just say that, replied M'Brair. 'But I rebuked her in the name of God, and she repented before me on her bended knees. 'Weel, I daursay she's been ower far wi' the dragoons, said Haddo. 'I never denied that.
She was guarding herself, and was under a very strong tension. "I have something to say to you, Betty," said Mrs. Haddo. Betty lowered her eyes. "Look at me, my child." With an effort Betty raised her eyes, glanced at Mrs. Haddo, and then looked down again. "Wait, please, will you?" she said. "I am about to do so. You are unhappy." Betty nodded. "Will you tell me what is the matter?"
Oliver Haddo began then to speak of Leonardo da Vinci, mingling with his own fantasies the perfect words of that essay which, so wonderful was his memory, he seemed to know by heart. He found exotic fancies in the likeness between Saint John the Baptist, with his soft flesh and waving hair, and Bacchus, with his ambiguous smile.
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