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"And so much of the dandy too!" put in M'Iver, himself perjink enough about his apparel. "I'll wager there's a girl in the business." He laughed low, looked from one to the other of us, yet his meaning escaped, or seemed to escape, the lady. "Elrigmore is none of the kind," she said, as if to protect a child. "He has too many serious affairs of life in hand to be in the humour for gallivanting."
"I'll tell you that," said he, bitterly; but as he began, some wildfowl rose in a startled flight to our right and whirred across the sky. "There's some one coming," said M'Iver; "let us keep close together." From where the wildfowl rose, the Dame Dubh, as we called the old woman of Carnus, came in our direction, half-running, half-walking through the snow.
"You are very keen on that bit; you might be waiting for the rest of the minister's story." "Oh," I said, "I did not think there was any more of the minister's tale to come. I crave his pardon." "I think, too, I have not much more of a story to tell," said the minister, stiffly. "And I think," said M'Iver, in a sudden hurry to be off, "that we might be moving from here.
Our Lowland levies looked fairly well disciplined and smart, but there was apparent among them no great gusto about our expedition, and we had more hope of our vengeance at the hands of our uncouth but eager clansmen who panted to be at the necks of their spoilers and old enemies. M'Iver confided to me more than once his own doubts about the mettle of the companies from Dumbarton.
"Perhaps not," said Argile, after a little, "perhaps not; but even the piping of the vent has something of prophecy in it, though the wind bloweth where it listeth. I have only a scholar's interest in these things, I give you my word, and " He laughed with a little restraint before he went on. "Do you know, John," he called out to M'Iver "do you know what our cailleach friend says of our jaunt?
Napier took advantage of the circumstance of their amity to invite both to join in the new Transatlantic undertaking. At last about twenty gentlemen, most of whom subscribed £5000 each, entered into the scheme, and of that number we believe that Mr. Napier, Mr. George Burns, Mr. M'Iver of Liverpool, and Sir James Campbell are the only survivors.
"Sir!" said he in a new tone, as cold as steel and as sharp, misjudging my intention. "You yourself are no more than a M'Iver." "And what of that?" he cried, cooling down a bit "The M'ivers of Asknish are in the direct line from Duncan, Lord of Lochow. We had Pennymore, Stron-shira, and Glenaora as cadets of Clan Campbell when your Craignish cross-breeds were under the salt."
Dumb, indeed, I was inclined to be. M'Iver laughed uproariously at madame's notion that I was too seriously engaged with life for the recreation of love-making; it was bound to please him, coming, as it did, so close on his own estimate of me as the Sobersides he christened me at almost our first acquaintance.
M'Iver was too busy for a time upon the sudden rupture with Argile to pay very much heed to my defence of Master Gordon. The quarrel to call that a quarrel in which one man had all the bad temper and the other nothing but self-reproach had soured him of a sudden as thunder turns the morning's cream to curd before noon. And his whole demeanour revealed a totally new man.
"Would you not have a deoch-an-doruis?" asked the woman, making to a press and producing a bottle. M'Iver started in a new alarm. "No, no. You're very good," said he; "but I never take it myself in the morning, and good day, mistress and my friend Elrigmore, who's left with me here, is perhaps too free with it sometimes; and indeed maybe I'm that way myself too it's a thing that grows on you.
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