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A tear dropped on her lap. "Now heaven forgive me for my infernal folly!" cried out the soul of Sim MacTaggart; but never a word did he say aloud. Count Victor, at the other end of the room, listening to Petullo upon wines he was supposed to sell and whereof Petullo was supposed to be a connoisseur, though as a fact his honest taste was buttermilk Count Victor became interested in the other pair.
"I object to any such attentions to any meetings whatsoever," said he, but sooner than give the real reason, added lamely, "My daughter is too young." Now he thought he saw impending duty in his sister's somber eyes and poise. He knew it when she began by rolling her r's it was so like their childhood's spiritual guide and mentor, MacTaggart, erstwhile of the "Auld Licht" persuasion, and a power.
"Of quarrelling with the Chamberlain!" "Well, of quarrelling with somebody, as you know," said the nobleman hesitatingly. "I am sorry for MacTaggart," said the Duchess, "really sorry, but I cannot pretend to believe he has been very ill done by I mean unjustly done by. I am sure my Frenchman must have had some provocation, and is really the victim."
And as for your Grace's Chamberlain well, Simon MacTaggart has done very well hitherto on his own works and merits." "You may find, for all that," says his Grace, "that they were all summed up in a few words 'he was a far-out cousin to the Duke. Sic itur ad astra." At that Simon put on his hat and laughed with an eerie and unpleasant stridency. He never said another word, but left the room.
He put on a pair of spurs, his fingers trembling as those of a lad dressing for his first ball, and the girl a fairy in white, with her neck pink and soft and her eyes shy like little fawns in the wood. "And how near I was to missing it!" he thought. "But for the scheming of a fool I would never have seen her. It's not too late, thank the Lord for that! No more of yon for Sim MacTaggart.
"There's my punishment: by something sham and I ken it's sham too I must go through life beguiled from right and content. Here's what was to be the close of my folly, and Sim MacTaggart eager to be a good man if he got anything like a chance, but never the chance for poor Sim MacTaggart!"
MacTaggart my congratulations on his coming marriage," said she quickly, with a miraculous effort at a little laugh, and the Chamberlain cursed internally. "Oh! it's that length, is it?" said Petullo with a tone of gratification. "Did I no' tell you, Kate? You would deny't, and now you have the best authority.
'If ye canna hae the puddin' be contented wi' the bree, Annapla's aye sayin', but here there's neither bree nor puddin'. To think that a' my traison against the master i' the interest o' his dochter and himsel' should come to naethin', and that Sim MacTaggart should be sent awa' wi' a flea in his lug, a' for the tirravee o' a lassie that canna' value a guid chance when it offers!
This sort of thing so common in Sim MacTaggart,who made friends with every gangrel he met was like a week-day sermon, and they considered the Sunday homilies of Dr. Macivor quite enough. They much preferred their Simon in his more common mood of wild devilry, and nobody knew it better than the gentleman himself.
About Simon MacTaggart Argyll had few illusions, though they perhaps made all the difference in his conduct to the gentleman in question.
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