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Lenorme replied with a look of gratitude; and as they walked their horses along, she told him all concerning Malcolm and Kelpie. "Liftore hates him already," she said, "and I can hardly wonder; but you must not, for you will find him useful. He is one I can depend upon. You should have seen the look Liftore gave him when he told him he could not sit his mare! It would have been worth gold to you."
Happily the Christian heathen was not altogether unknown to the painter. "May I inquire why your ladyship asks?" he said, when he had told all he could at the moment recollect. "Because," she answered, "I left my groom sitting on his horse's head reading Epictetus." "By Jove!" exclaimed Liftore. "Ha! ha! ha! In the original, I suppose!" "I don't doubt it," said Florimel.
He would call up all the associations of the last few months she had spent in the place, and, with the spirit of her father, as it were, hovering over her, conjure her, in his name, to break with Liftore. He rowed swiftly to the Psyche beached and drew up the dinghy, and climbed the dune. Plainly enough it was a lady who sat there.
"My brave fishermen!" she cried, "take that bad man, MacPhail, and put him out of my grounds." "I canna du 't, my leddy," answered their leader. "Take Lord Liftore," said Malcolm, "and hold him while I make him acquainted with a fact or two which he may judge of consequence to him." The men walked straight up to the earl. He struck right and left, but was overpowered in a moment and held fast.
Malcolm went on board the yacht, saw that all was right, gave some orders, went ashore again, and mounted Kelpie. In pain, wrath, and mortification, Liftore rode home. What would the men at his club say if they knew that he had been thrashed by a scoundrel of a groom for kissing his mistress? The fact would soon be out: he must do his best to have it taken for what it ought to be namely, fiction.
Malcolm was after her so instantly that it brought him abreast of Liftore. "Keep your own place," said his lordship, with stern rebuke. "I keep my place to my mistress," returned Malcolm. Liftore looked at him as it he would strike him. But he thought better of it apparently, and rode after Florimel.
"Thank God!" said Florimel, "there is no harm done. Well, have you had enough of her yet, Liftore?" "Pretty nearly, I think," said his lordship, with an attempt at a laugh, as he walked rather feebly and foolishly towards his horse. He mounted with some difficulty, and looked very pale. "I hope you're not much hurt," said Florimel kindly, as she moved alongside of him.
Hence, beyond paying her all sorts of attentions and what compliments he was capable of constructing, Lord Liftore had not gone far towards making himself understood at least, not until just before Malcolm's arrival, when his behaviour had certainly grown warmer and more confidential.
"I tell you for the last time, my lady," said Malcolm, "if you marry that man, you will marry a liar and a scoundrel." Liftore laughed, and his imitation of scorn was wonderfully successful, for he felt sure of Florimel, now that she had thus taken his part. "Shall I ring for the servants, Lady Lossie, to put the fellow out?" he said. "The man is as mad as a March hare."
"What can the fellow be after now?" he said. "I must go down to him." "No, no; don't go near him he may be violent," objected Florimel, and laid her hand on his arm with a beseeching look in her face. "He is a dangerous man." Liftore laughed. "Stop here till I return," he said, and left the room. But Florimel followed, fearful of what might happen, and enraged with her brother.
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