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Hamish! It nearly made Mr. Huntley's hair stand on end. That he must be silent over it, as were Hamish's own family, he knew silent for Mr. Channing's sake. And what about Ellen? There was the sad, very sad grievance. Whether Hamish went wrong, or whether Hamish went right, it was not of so much consequence to Mr. Huntley; but it might be to Ellen in fact, he thought it would be.
You will become like that if you pay attention to foolish dreams, Hamish." Hamish's quick temper leaped up. "What do you mean, Duncan Cameron, by saying, 'as bad as Sir Keith Macleod? You you come from Ross: perhaps they have not good masters there.
For the height of Odalie and Hamish was exactly the same five feet eight inches. Hamish, destined to attain upward of six feet, had not yet all his growth. The full pleated skirt with the upper portion drawn up at the hips, and the cape about the shoulders, obviated the difference between Odalie's delicately rounded slenderness and Hamish's lank angularity.
He abruptly wreathed his fierce countenance into a simulacrum of Hamish's facetious mug; he shrugged his shoulders with a genuine French twist; and anything more incongruously and grotesquely frightful and less amusing could hardly be imagined. "Fonny! vely fonny! Flanzy!" he exclaimed harshly. "Balon Des Johnnes!"
"You contrived to pay those debts, or partially pay them, at the exact time the note was taken; and we knew you had no money of your own to do it with. We saw you also with gold in your purse-through Annabel's tricks, do you remember? and we knew that it could not be yours legitimately yours, I mean." Hamish's smile turned into a laugh. "Stop a bit, Arthur.
These were the holiday moments of the day, but once when the mother and the little girl and the cat sat intent upon the rug, their treasures spread before them, Odalie's face paled and her heart almost sprang into her mouth as she heard Hamish's step outside, quick and disordered. As he burst into the room she knew by his eyes that something of grave import had happened.
Perhaps it was the plain, unvarnished manner in which the question was put; perhaps it was the intent gaze with which Mr. Huntley regarded him; but, certain it is, that the flush on Hamish's face deepened to crimson, and he turned it from Mr. Huntley, saying nothing. "Hamish, I have a reason for wishing to know." "To know what, sir?" asked Hamish, as if he would temporize, or avoid the question.
Dear, self-denying Hamish!" Now, it just happened that Mr. Huntley was cognizant of Mr. Hamish's embarrassments; so, how the "saving up" could have been effected, he was at a loss to know. "Careless Hamish may have borrowed it," thought he to himself, "but saved it up he has not." "What are we approaching now?" interrupted Mr. Channing.
"Who is that, making free with Hamish's name?" demanded that gentleman himself, entering the house with a free step and merry countenance. "Did you think I was lost? I was seduced into joining your missionary-meeting people, and have had to stop late at the office, to make up for it." "We have been talking about papa, Hamish," said Constance.
This was Hamish's story; and the keen hawk-like eye of him was fixed on the English lady's face all the time he spoke in his struggling and halting fashion. "Confound the young rascal!" Macleod said, with his face grown red. "I suppose I shall have to send a messenger to Tobermory and apologize to him for interrupting him to-day." And then he turned to Miss White.
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