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The speedy result of his cogitations was, that he indued his nether garments, though with difficulty from the size of his foot, thrust his head and arms through a jersey, and set out on hands and knees for an awkward crawl to Lord Lossie's bedroom. It was a painful journey, especially down the two spiral stone stairs, which led to the first floor where he lay.
"I've a great mind to take out a warrant against you, John Fin'lay, otherwise called the Partan, as airt an' pairt in the stealing of the Marchioness of Lossie's pleasure boat," said the factor.
"Ha! ha!" said his lordship; "I don't know about that He's not the best of tempers, I can see. But look at that demon of Lady Lossie's that black mare there! I wish you could teach her some of your humanity. " By the way, Florimel, I think now we are upon the grass," he said it loftily, as if submitting to an injustice "I will presume to mount the reprobate."
"Davy," he said "I don't want you to be all day on board, but I can't have you be longer away than an hour at a time," "Ay, ay, sir," said Davy. "Now attend to me." "Ay, ay, sir." "Do you know Lady Lossie's house?" "No, sir; but I ken hersel'." "How is that?" "I ha'e seen her mair nor twa or three times, ridin' wi' yersel', to yon hoose yon'er." "Would you know her again?" "Ay wad I fine that.
"I'm Lady Lossie's man from Lossie House. I'll help you to wait," said Malcolm. To the eyes of the butler he looked a savage. But there he was in the room with the dish in his hands, and speaking at least intelligibly; the cork of the champagne bottle was pushing hard against his palm, and he had no time to question. He peeped into Malcolm's dish. "Take it round, then," he said.
But wi' that up jumps Bawby, an' comin' efter her, says to me says she, 'Eh, Miss Horn! there's terrible news: Leddy Lossie's deid; she 's been three ooks deid! 'Weel, says I, 'what's sae terrible aboot that? For ye ken I never had ony feelin's, an' I cud see naething sae awfu' aboot a body deem' i' the ord'nar' w'y o natur like.
It was, however, only a shifting of the difficulty, for he now found it nearly impossible to understand her. But by repeated questioning and hard listening he learnt at last that Lady Bellair had removed her establishment to Lady Lossie's house in Portland Place.
I believe some compunction, perhaps even admiration, mingled itself, in this case, with Lord Lossie's relish of an odd and amusing situation, and that he was inclined to compliance with the conditions of atonement, partly for the sake of mollifying the wounded spirit of the highlander. He turned to his daughter and said, "Did you fix an hour, Flory, for your poor father to make amende honorable?"
An' syne she screwt up her mou', an' cam closs up till me for I wadna sit doon mysel', an' less wad I bid her, an' was sorry eneuch by this time 'at I had broucht her up the stair an' says she, layin' her han' upo' my airm wi' a clap, as gien her an' me was to be freen's upo' sic a gran' foondation o' dirt as that! says she, makin' a laich toot moot o' 't, 'He's Lord Lossie's! says she, an' maks a face 'at micht hae turnt a cat sick only by guid luck I had nae feelin's.
"I don't know how I'm to do that," said Malcolm, "but if you do, that's enough. I shall only be too happy to do what I can." "Then I'll tell you. But you're not to tell anybody: it's a secret. I have discovered that there is no suitable portrait of Lady Lossie's father. It is a great pity.
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