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"And he's coming here?" asked MacTaggart, incredulous. "I had a call from the Baron himself to-day to tell me that." "Ah, well, there's no more to be said of our suspicions," said MacTaggart. "Not in this form, at least." And he was preparing to go. A skirt rustled within the inner door, and Mrs.
I fancy a certain lady and I owe something to your consideration, and Simon MacTaggart stands upon no ceremony." Count Victor winced slightly at the conjunction, but otherwise he was delighted. "I am ravished, monsieur!" said he. "Ceremony is like some people's assumption of dignity the false bottoms they put in their boots to conceal the fact that they are under the average height, is it not?"
Surely I'm not so old as all that; not a grey hair in my head, not a wrinkle on my face. I could keep like that for twenty years yet, just for love of Sim MacTaggart. Sim, say something, for the love of Heaven! Say it's a lie. Laugh at the story, Sim! Oh, Sim! Sim!" The knitting needles clicked upon each other in her trembling hands, like fairy castanets.
"There can be no friendship after you, Sim, and you know it. You are but lying again. Oh, God! oh, God! I wish I were dead! You have done your worst, Simon MacTaggart; and if all tales be true " "I'm not saying a word of what I might say in my own defence," he protested. "What could you say in your own defence? There is not the ghost of an excuse for you. What could you say?"
"I have his Grace's instructions to ask you about the advisability of arresting a stranger, seemingly a Frenchman, who is at this moment suspiciously prowling about the policies." "On whatna charge, Mr. MacTaggart, on whatna charge?" asked the writer, taking a confident, even an insolent, tone, now that he was on his own familiar ground.
All would have been right if she had not blushed, a silly fool! There was nothing to blush at, if she HAD taken a sugar-bool. Mrs. MacTaggart, the elder's wife in St. Enoch's, took them often. And if he had looked at her, what was more natural than that a young gentleman should look at the best-dressed girl in church?
MacTaggart, and I don't think it's mentioned in Forbes's 'Institutes. Fifteen Campbell assessors and the baron bailie might have sent a man to the Plantations on that dittay ten years ago, but we live in different times, Mr. MacTaggart different times, Mr. MacTaggart," repeated the writer, tee-heeing till his bent shoulders heaved under his seedy, ink-stained surtout coat.
All this from the romantics of a Frenchman who walked through life in the step of a polonaise, and a short season ago was utterly unaware that such a man as Simon MacTaggart existed, or that a woman named Olivia bloomed, a very flower, among the wilds!
Simon MacTaggart was to him more than a servant; he knew many of his failings, but seemed to tolerate them because he also, like Count Victor, had learned not to expect too much from human nature.
There's naethin' waur nor Sim MacTaggart oot there i' the gairden, wastin' his wund on a wumman that's owre muckle ta'en up i' the noo wi' the whillywhaes o' a French sneckdrawer that haesnae the smeddum to gi'e her a toozlin' at the 'oor she needs it maist.
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