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Thinking it just possible if he kept his eyes and ears well open at Swanhaven that he might improve his prospect of making a marketable commodity of the stolen correspondence, Mr. Bishopriggs had put the letter in his pocket when he left Kirkandrew. He had recognized Blanche, as a friend of the lady at the inn and as a person who might perhaps be turned to account, in that capacity.
The "concerns" alluded to, comprehended, among other changes of plan, his departure from Kirkandrew the next day with a reference, in case of inquiries, to his convenient friend at the Cowgate, Edinburgh. His actual destination to be kept a secret from every body was Perth.
Some hours earlier, Julius had sacrificed himself to the duties of his political position as made for him by his father. He had submitted to the dire necessity of delivering an oration to the electors, at a public meeting in the neighboring town of Kirkandrew.
Blanche turned from the broad, calm autumn moonlight which had drawn her to the window, and looked over her uncle's shoulder while he opened the telegram. She read the first line and that was enough. The whole scaffolding of hope built round that morsel of paper fell to the ground in an instant. The train from Kirkandrew had reached Edinburgh at the usual time.
In different ways, the relief to both of them was equally great. "You had my orders to follow her," said Sir Patrick to Duncan. "Why have you come back?" "Your man is not to blame, Sir," interposed the station-master. "The lady took the train at Kirkandrew." Sir Patrick started and looked at the station-master. "Ay? ay? The next station the market-town. Inexcusably stupid of me.
Sir Patrick, will you choose a card?" "Too soon after dinner, my good fellow, for me. Play the first rubber, and then give me another chance. By-the-way," he added "Miss Silvester has been traced to Kirkandrew. How is it that you never saw her go by?" "She can't have gone my way, Sir Patrick, or I must have seen her."
The case being a serious one, a medical practitioner of the highest grade in the profession was required to treat it. A physician from the neighboring town of Kirkandrew was called in. The physician came in a carriage and pair, with the necessary bald head, and the indispensable white cravat. He felt her ladyship's pulse, and put a few gentle questions.
Delamayn gave a large party, she depended for such additional assistance as was needed partly on the contributions of her friends, partly on the resources of the principal inn at Kirkandrew. Mr. The name of the gentleman by whom he was to be employed for the day had struck him, when he first heard it, as having a familiar sound.
Was it possible to hope that the bag had brought tidings of Anne? She sorted the letters; and lighted suddenly on a letter to herself. It bore the Kirkandrew postmark, and It was addressed to her in Anne's handwriting. She tore the letter open, and read these lines: "I have left you forever, Blanche. God bless and reward you! God make you a happy woman in all your life to come!
In an hour more the only visitors left were the guests staying at Swanhaven Lodge. The company gone, the hired waiters from Kirkandrew were paid and dismissed. On the journey back the silence of Bishopriggs created some surprise among his comrades. "I've got my ain concerns to think of," was the only answer he vouchsafed to the remonstrances addressed to him.
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