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If it meant any thing, it meant that the motive at the bottom of Anne's flight was to accomplish the sacrifice of herself to the happiness of Blanche. She had parted for life from his niece for his niece's sake! What did this mean? And how was it to be reconciled with Anne's position as described to him by Mrs. Inchbare during his visit to Craig Fernie?
Mistress Inchbare's hard bones showed themselves, like Mistress Inchbare's hard Presbyterianism, without any concealment or compromise. In short, a savagely-respectable woman who plumed herself on presiding over a savagely-respectable inn. There was no competition to interfere with Mistress Inchbare. She regulated her own prices, and made her own rules.
White and cold, her eyes never moving from the table, she accepted the landlady's implied correction, and faintly repeated the words: "My husband." Mistress Inchbare drew a breath of virtuous relief, and waited for what Anne had to say next. Arnold came considerately to the rescue, and got her out of the room. "Never mind," he said to Anne; "I know what it is, and I'll see about it.
I was no' free to gi' her house-room in the hottle till her husband daidled in at her heels and answered for her." "I fancy I must have seen her husband," said Lady Lundie. "What sort of a man was he?" Mrs. Inchbare replied in much the same words which she had used in answering the similar question put by Sir Patrick. "Eh! he was ower young for the like o' her.
Inchbare, she wrote an order to the poultry-woman, and held it out with a gracious smile. "Take that to the gardener's wife. If you agree with her about the price, you can have the cock and the two pullets." Mrs. Inchbare opened her lips no doubt to express the utmost extremity of human gratitude.
Delamayn, on my way home." "Have you seen the witnesses?" "I have examined them both, Sir. First, Mrs. Inchbare and Mr. Bishopriggs together. Next, Mrs. Inchbare and Mr. Bishopriggs separately." "Well?" "Well, Sir, the result is unfavorable, I am sorry to say." "What do you mean?" "Neither the one nor the other of them, Mr. Delamayn, can give the evidence we want. I have made sure of that."
Now, there are only two persons whom she can think of, as probably guilty of the theft Mrs. Inchbare or Bishopriggs. The newspaper description of the style of the anonymous letters declares it to be the style of a Scotchman in the lower ranks of life in other words, points plainly to Bishopriggs. You see that? Very well. Now suppose she recovers the stolen property. What is likely to happen then?
I am always trying to improve your mind. You do see it? Very well. Now about Mrs. Inchbare? Has she been here again?" "No, my lady." "I am not at all sure, Hopkins, that I was right in declining to consider the message Mrs. Inchbare sent to me about the poultry. Why shouldn't she offer to take any fowls that I can spare off my hands?
The voice of Mistress Inchbare, calling for the head-waiter, rose shrill and imperative from the regions of the bar. Mr. Bishopriggs disappeared. Anne remained, standing helpless by the window. It was plain by this time that the place of her retreat had been discovered at Windygates.
Inchbare that the so-called husband of Anne Silvester had joined her at Craig Fernie on the day when she arrived at the inn, and had left her again the next morning. Anne had made her escape from Windygates on the occasion of the lawn-party that is to say, on the fourteenth of August.
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