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Updated: June 4, 2025
Where got you that joup o' the lily sheen? That bonny snood o' the birk sae green, And those roses, the fairest that ever was seen? Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been? "Only it's a lily and not a rose you are carrying. I might go on and quote the next couplet too "'Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But there was nae smile on Kilmeny's face. "Why are you looking so sober?"
Here every evening he met Kilmeny; in that old orchard they garnered hours of quiet happiness together; together they went wandering in the fair fields of old romance; together they read many books and talked of many things; and, when they were tired of all else, Kilmeny played to him and the old orchard echoed with her lovely, fantastic melodies.
I liked them, though. They are strong and staunch good friends, bitter enemies. They were sorry that I could not help Kilmeny, but I saw plainly that old Thomas Gordon thought that I had been meddling with predestination in attempting it." Eric smiled mechanically. "I must go up and see Kilmeny. You'll excuse me, won't you, David? My books are there help yourself."
He did not understand that it was the very intensity of her love which gave her the strength to resist his pleading, where a more shallow affection might have yielded. It held her back unflinchingly from doing him what she believed to be a wrong. The next day Eric sought Kilmeny again and renewed his pleadings, but again in vain.
Eric walked drearily and carelessly about it, and finally sat down on a half fallen fence panel in the shadow of the overhanging spruce boughs. There he gave himself up to a reverie, poignant and bitter sweet, in which he lived over again everything that had passed in the orchard since his first meeting there with Kilmeny. So deep was his abstraction that he was conscious of nothing around him.
Eric bit his lip, but only said quietly, "Come with me, father. We will go to see her now." They went around by way of the main road and the Gordon lane. Kilmeny was not in when they reached the house. "She is up in the old orchard, Master," said Janet. "She loves that place so much she spends all her spare time there. She likes to go there to study."
But a rosy glow of hope flashed over Kilmeny's face when Eric told her what he meant to do. "Oh, do you think he can make me speak?" she wrote eagerly. "I don't know, Kilmeny. I hope that he can, and I know he will do all that mortal skill can do. If he can remove your defect will you promise to marry me, dearest?" She nodded. The grave little motion had the solemnity of a sacred promise.
Wherein lay the defect that closed for her the gates of speech? Was it possible that it could be removed? "Kilmeny," he said gravely after a moment's reflection, during which he had looked up as she sat with the ruddy sunlight falling through the lilac branches on her bare, silky head like a shower of red jewels, "do you mind if I ask you something about your inability to speak?
"I suppose your ideal woman would be beautiful, like the woman in your book?" "Oh, yes, I am sure I could never care for an ugly woman," said Eric, laughing a little as he sat up. "Our ideals are always beautiful, whether they so translate themselves into realities or not. But the sun is going down. Time does certainly fly in this enchanted orchard. I believe you bewitch the moments away, Kilmeny.
Chalmers sent to the people of his first charge at Kilmeny, when he was leaving it for Glasgow.
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