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Updated: July 27, 2025
"I have some friend to see in this quarter," said Durward. "My mother's own brother, Ludovic Lesly an honest and noble name." "And so it is I doubt not," said the old man. "But of three Leslies in the Scottish Guard two are called Ludovic." "They call my kinsman Ludovic with the Scar," said Quentin.
Leslie did not preserve. Leslie's without applying for the character. The Lord-Lieutenant had given a ball, and had not invited the Leslies. Mr. Leslie's tenants had voted against their landlord's wish at the recent election. More than all, Squire Hazeldean and his Harry had called at Rood, and though Mrs.
This time the Leslies sprang quite to their feet. "By the Great Horn Spoon, man!" cried Jim. "Alone! No chaperon! Good Lord!" "Yes," said Bennington, "I've always wanted to go West. I want to write, and I'm sure, in that great, free country, I'll get a chance for development. I had to work hard to induce father and mother to consent, but it's done now, and I leave next week.
"But what I was going to say is this hum ha. I don't like to pledge myself for fear I should raise hopes which mayn't be fulfilled." "Don't pledge yourself to anything, aunt, in which Marian Leslie and I are concerned." "But what I was going to say is this; my money, what little I have, you know, must go some day either to you or to the Leslies." "You may give all to them if you please."
But at last the slow time made itself away, and he found himself once more in his aunt's house. A couple of days passed and no word was said about the Leslies. On the morning of the third day he determined to go to Shandy Hall. Hitherto he had never been there without staying for the night; but on this occasion he made up his mind to return the same day.
The squire accompanied his son to Rood Hall, and none of the family choosing to be at home, the squire in his own hand, and from his own head, indited and composed an epistle which might have satisfied all the wounds which the dignity of the Leslies had ever received. This letter of apology ended with a hearty request that Randal would come and spend a few days with his son.
Randal's seconder was a bluff yeoman, an outvoter of weight with the agricultural electors. As to the young gentleman, whose nomination he had the pleasure to second, did not know much about him; but the Leslies were an old family in the neighbouring county, and Mr. Leslie said he was nearly related to Squire Hazeldean, as good a man as ever stood upon shoe leather.
The Leslies proved to be already familiar with the details of the attempt to jump the claims, and understood at once Fay's brief account of the present situation, over which they rejoiced in the well-known Leslie fashion. They exploded in genuine admiration of Bennington's adventure, and praised that young man enthusiastically.
David retorted with hot sarcasm on the freebooting Leslies, and their kin the Armstrongs and Kennedys; and to Scotchmen this is the very sorest side of a quarrel. They can forgive a bitter word against themselves perhaps, but against their clan, or their dead, it is an unpardonable offence. And certainly Robert had an unfair advantage; he was in a cool, wicked temper of envy and covetousness.
Leslie's place, Rood Hall. Do you know, Mother?" MRS. HAZELDEAN. "I can't say I do. The Leslies don't mix with the county; and Rood lies very much out of the way." FRANK. "Why don't they mix with the county?" MRS. HAZELDEAN. "I believe they are poor, and therefore I suppose they are proud; they are an old family."
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