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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Less than I might have had but mair, O far mair, than wad sink the stoutest brig e'er sailed out o' Fairport harbour! Didna somebody say yestreen at least sae it is borne in on my mind, but auld folk hae weak fancies did not somebody say that Joscelind, Countess of Glenallan, was departed frae life?"
The almoner, an ecclesiastic of grave appearance and demeanour, superintended in person the accommodation of the Catholic mendicants, asking a question or two of each as he delivered the charity, and recommending to their prayers the soul of Joscelind, late Countess of Glenallan, mother of their benefactor.
I had wanted him to marry, and now I should see how I liked it He did n't mention that I had also wanted him not to marry, and I was sure that if Lady Vandeleur had become his wife, she would have been a much greater impediment to our harmless friendship than Joscelind Bernardstone would ever be. It took me but a short time to observe that he was in very much the same condition as Lady Vandeleur.
But the result of the whole situation is that Joscelind is in dreadful fear of her, for how can she help seeing that she has a very peculiar power over her husband? That's a house where they have met more than once before; I think she and Sir Ambrose like it. By "she" I mean, as he used to mean, Lady Vandeleur. You saw how Lady Tester was absolutely white with uneasiness.
"Do you think she would really die?" she asked in a moment. "Die as if one should stab her with a knife. Some people don't believe in broken hearts," I continued. "I did n't till I knew Joscelind Bernardstone; then I felt that she had one that would n't be proof." "One ought to live, one ought always to live," said Lady Yandeleur; "and always to hold up one's head."
It was not a question of love, but of marriage, for he had never promised to love poor Joscelind. It was useless his saying it was dreadful to marry without love; he knew that he thought it, and the people he lived with thought it, nothing of the kind. Half his friends had married on those terms. "Yes, and a pretty sight their private life presented!"
"Wasna there some ane o' ye said," asked the old sibyl, "or did I dream, or was it revealed to me, that Joscelind, Lady Glenallan, is dead, an' buried this night?" "Yes, gudemither," screamed the daughter-in-law, "it's e'en sae." "And e'en sae let it be," said old Elspeth; "she's made mony a sair heart in her day ay, e'en her ain son's is he living yet?"
I like her to-day more than ever; it is fair you should know that, in reading this account of her situation. It doubtless colors my picture, gives a point to my sense of the strangeness of my little story. Joscelind Bernardstone came of a military race, and had been brought up in camps, by which I don't mean she was one of those objectionable young women who are known as garrison hacks. Tester.
"Wasna there some ane o' ye said," asked the old sibyl, "or did I dream, or was it revealed to me, that Joscelind, Lady Glenallan, is dead, an' buried this night?" "Yes, gudemither," screamed the daughter-in-law, "it's e'en sae." "And e'en sae let it be," said old Elspeth; "she's made mony a sair heart in her day ay, e'en her ain son's is he living yet?"
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