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Malcolm, on the other hand, might make a good match, or, with the advantages he could secure him, in the army, still better in the navy, well enough push his way in the world. Miss Horn could produce no testimony; and Mrs Catanach had asserted him the son of Mrs Stewart. He had seen enough, however, to make him dread certain possible results if Malcolm were acknowledged as the laird of Kirkbyres.
As soon as she perceived it would be hard work to unseat him, the mare was quiet. "Bravo!" cried the marquis, giving him the letter. "Will there be an answer, my lord?" "Wait and see." "I s' gar you pey for't, gien we come upon a broon rig atween this an' Kirkbyres," said Malcolm, addressing the mare, and rode away.
Malcolm had just seen his master set out for his solitary ride, when one of the maids informed him that a man from Kirkbyres wanted him. Hiding his reluctance, he went with her and found Tom, who was Mrs Stewart's grieve, and had been about the place all his days. "Mr Stephen's come hame, sir," he said, touching his bonnet, a civility for which Malcolm was not grateful.
He's a bonny lad bonny eneuch to be yer leddyship's and his lordship's: an' sae, as I was remarkin', i' the jeedgment a' ill thouchtit fowk, the mair likly to be heir to auld Stewart o' Kirkbyres!" She laughed huskily. "But I maun hae a scart a' yer pen, mem, afore I wag tongue aboot it," she went on. "I ken brawly hoo to set it gauin'! I sanna be the first to ring the bell.
"What for didna ye tell me what fowk was sayin' aboot me anent Lizzy Findlay?" "'Cause I didna believe a word o' 't, an' I wasna gaein' to add to yer troubles." "Lizzy never mootit sic a thing?" "Never." "I was sure o' that! Noo I 'll awa' to Kirkbyres God help me! I wad raither face Sawtan an' his muckle tyke. But dinna ye expec' ony news. Gien yon ane kens, she's a' the surer no to tell.
"I'll gang wi' ye direckly," said Malcolm. In a few minutes they were riding fast along the road to Kirkbyres, neither with much to say to the other, for Malcolm distrusted every one about the place, and Tom was by nature taciturn. "What garred them sen' for me, div ye ken?" asked Malcolm at length when they had gone about halfway. "He cried oot upo' ye i' the nicht," answered Tom.
"I 'll gang wi' ye direckly," said Malcolm. In a few minutes they were riding fast along the road to Kirkbyres, neither with much to say to the other, for Malcolm distrusted every one about the place, and Tom was by nature taciturn. "What garred them sen' for me div ye ken?" asked Malcolm at length, when they had gone about halfway. "He cried oot upo' ye i' the nicht," answered Tom.
Ye 'll no be suppeent for your witness upo' the pint." "I wad as sune gang a mile intill the mou' o' hell, as gang to Kirkbyres!" said Malcolm. "I hae my answer," said Peter, and turned away. "But I s' gang," Malcolm went on. "The thing 'at maun be can be.
"I wull that, my lord." "And now," said his lordship rising, "I want you to take a letter to Mrs Stewart of Kirkbyres. Can you ride?" "I can ride the bare back weel eneuch for a fisher loon," said Malcolm; "but I never was upon a saiddle i' my life." "The sooner you get used to one the better. Go and tell Stoat to saddle the bay mare. Wait in the yard: I will bring the letter out to you myself."
Stephen Stewart was laird of the small property and ancient house of Kirkbyres, of which his mother managed the affairs hardly for her son, seeing that, beyond his clothes, and five pounds a year of pocket money, he derived no personal advantage from his possessions.
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