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The ceremony was witnessed by her father and Errington's friends, and when it was concluded they had all gone on their several ways, old Gueldmar for a "toss" on the Bay of Biscay, the yacht Eulalie, with Lorimer, Macfarlane, and Duprez on board, back to England, where these gentlemen had separated to their respective homes, while Errington, with his beautiful bride, and Britta in demure and delighted attendance on her, went straight to Copenhagen.
At which he also stood up by instinct, and listened to her slow succeeding letters; helping her out, when she looked up at him with a sweet childlike perplexity in her face: for a dunce as to book-learning poor Sylvia was and was likely to remain; and, in spite of his assumed office of schoolmaster, Philip Hepburn could almost have echoed the words of the lover of Jess MacFarlane
If a tenth part of what he confessed were true, he was a very loathsome rogue; and the lad's vanity was tickled by the attention of so experienced a man. 'I'm a pretty bad fellow myself, the stranger remarked, 'but Macfarlane is the boy Toddy Macfarlane I call him. Toddy, order your friend another glass. Or it might be, 'Toddy, you jump up and shut the door. 'Toddy hates me, he said again.
Drever has found one witness whose evidence is of the greatest importance, and I will have that witness called. "Macfarlane, bring in Thora Kinlay. "Ericson, my lad, sit down here with Mr. Drever." Stepping towards the schoolmaster I faced the door through which Macfarlane had disappeared, giving a pat of recognition to Colin Lothian's dog as I passed it.
A long breath escaped from her hearers. Strange cunningly contrived to get his story out first. As he spoke all eyes were bent on the ground. They could not face the horror of the other eyes. Pringle was obliged to sit on the sofa to control the trembling of his limbs. The others stood Macfarlane, Colina, and Strange near the door Ambrose facing them from in front of the desk.
"Don't ye want to get on in the world?" asked Macfarlane, almost brusquely. "Dear me, no! What an exhausting idea! Get on in the world what for? Your case, my good Mac, is different. You will be a celebrated Scotch divine. You will preach to a crowd of pious numskulls about predestination, and so forth. You will be stump-orator for the securing of seats in paradise.
The George thus brightly advertised itself to passers-by in the cold street. Fettes walked steadily to the spot, and we, who were hanging behind, beheld the two men meet, as one of them had phrased it, face to face. Dr. Macfarlane was alert and vigorous. His white hair set off his pale and placid, although energetic, countenance.
"Five men, besides myself six of us in all know the true inwardness of last night's round-up. There will never be a seventh." Loring's eye-glasses fell from his nose, and he was smiling shrewdly when he replaced them. "There is one small consequence that doesn't please you, I'm sure. You'll have to bury the hatchet with MacFarlane."
Nor, if the truth be known, had he laid eyes on that gentleman since he left the shelter of his home, except at Corinne's wedding, and then only across the church, and again in the street, when his uncle stopped and shook his hand in a rather perfunctory way, complimenting him on his bravery in rescuing MacFarlane, an account of which he had seen in the newspapers, and ending by hoping that his new life would "drop some shekels into his clothes."
"And you have walked the streets trying to beggar yourself, not to help MacFarlane but to keep Minott out of jail!" Amazement had taken the place of horror. "He was my friend, sir and there are Corinne and the little boy. It is all over now. I have the money that is, I have got something to raise it on." "Who gave it to you?"
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