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Innes's handwriting; the other, she saw with astonishment, was her own communication to that lady, her own letter returned. Surnoo explained volubly all the way along the veranda, and in the flood of his unknown tongue Madeline caught a sentence or two. 'The memsahib was not, said Surnoo. Clearly he could not deliver a letter to a memsahib who was not.
"P.S. I would have written you a long letter, but do not wish to absent myself from table." "11 KEIR STREET, EDINBURGH, Tuesday Evening, 9th Nov. 1830. "MY DEAR MOTHER, I take the opportunity of Mr Innes's parcel, which leaves this to-morrow afternoon, to give you a more succinct account of my affairs than you could derive from my laconic epistle of last week.
But, and here his tone changed from good-humoured banter into sincerity, 'I honour you, Mrs Egerton, for your humanity. The man is over sixty, and I promise you that he shall not be flogged. Why, he is scarce recovered yet from the punishment inflicted on him for stealing Major Innes's goose. But yet he is a terrible old rascal. 'Never mind that, said my mother, laughing.
Though she won't be allowed, that is if But there speculation began, and Madeline had forbidden herself speculation, if not once and for all, at least many times and for fifteen minutes. No reasonable purpose would be served by Mrs. Innes's visit, Madeline reflected, as she sat waiting in the little room opening on the veranda; but she would come, of course she would come.
Innes's room, like Clint's, faced the stair-well, being also Number 14, and from behind the closed door came a babel of voices. "Full house tonight," observed Amy, knocking thunderously. But the knocking wasn't heard inside and, after a moment, Amy turned the knob and walked in, followed by Clint.
His fingers lingered in the wailing chords, and he said "That is where Wagner went for his chorus of youths in the cupola. The critics haven't discovered it yet; they are still talking of Palestrina." Jesuits from St. Joseph's were not infrequently seen at Mr. Innes's concerts.
In a busy day in harvest, and when the horses were yoked double, you would have seen Mr Innes's horses driving in the corn at a smart gallop. The harvest-carts were wide, railed and framed on both sides, with one or two cross bearers. In a "leading" day Mr Innes was a sure hand at the fork in the stackyard, and the man on the stack and the man on the cart had to look out.
'The fat's in the fire, was Mrs. Innes's reflection. 'Certainly, I'll tell you 'Don't shout, please! 'I mean simply that all Simla is talking about your affair with Miss Anderson. You may imagine that because you are fifteen years older than she is things won't be thought of, but they are, and I hear it's been spoken about at Viceregal Lodge.
'And about his failing health, and then about his being so much better. But nothing now for ages. 'Did the "World" tell you, asked Miss Anderson, with sudden interest, 'that Mr. Prendergast came into a considerable fortune before about two years ago? Mrs. Innes's face turned suddenly blank. 'How much? she exclaimed. 'About five hundred thousand dollars, I believe. Left him by a cousin.
Of the Old Town I think far more than of the New, it is so majestic and magnificent, and am resolved, if I can, to live in it. "I dined at Mr Dauney's to-day. He has requested me to stay with him till I can get lodgings conveniently, but I expect to be stowed away to-morrow. I delivered Mr Innes's parcel; and remain, my dear mother, your most affectionate son, J. HILL BURTON.
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