Go on with your brazen serpent there, only mind you don't give her too much supper." "Jist look at her ribs, my lord! she winna rive!" was the youth's response; and the marquis was moving off with a smile, when Malcolm called after him. "Gien yer lordship likes to see yer ain ferlies, I ken whaur some o' them lie," he said. "What do you mean by ferlies?" asked the marquis.
I told him that my friend, Mr. Robert Malcolm, of the English Legation, would receive any friend of his, at any hour the sooner the better. He went away. I removed my foot from the marchese's neck and told him to get up. "You see, my lord, what your friend thinks of you by the way he has disavowed your performance and left you in the mud," I said.
Well, you shall have your way, but it is a little hard on us both." "Mother, there is nothing that I can tell you. You know I have said that before. One must have worries in this life " But Malcolm checked himself as Anna came back into the room. She was rather quiet and subdued all dinner-time, though she tried to appear as usual. And Malcolm's conscience pricked him unmercifully.
"But the bed will want airing," objected the housekeeper. "By a' accoonts, that's the last thing it's likly to want lyin' neist door to yon chaumer. Mrs Courthope yielded and gave him all that was needful, and before night Malcolm had made his new quarters quite comfortable. He did not retire to them, however, until he had seen his grandfather laid down to sleep in his lonely cottage.
In the mean while, however, know that King Robert hath not only given way to this general warrant for inquisition after heresy, but hath confirmed the Pope's nomination of Henry Wardlaw to be Archbishop of St. Andrews and Primate of Scotland; thus yielding to Rome those freedoms and immunities of the Scottish Church which his ancestors, from the time of Malcolm Canmore, have so boldly defended.
Not a word was spoken in the room until the sound of horse's hoofs without told that he had ridden off. As the door closed the countess and Thekla had dropped their work and sat anxiously awaiting the continuance of the conversation. The count was the first to speak. "How mean you, Malcolm? How think you it possible that Thekla can escape, and where could she go?"
Every summer for years, Florimel and her husband spent weeks in the castle, and many a study the painter made there of the ever changing face of the sea. Malcolm, as he well might, had such a strong feeling of the power for good of every high souled schoolmaster, that nothing would serve him but Mr Graham must be reinstated.
That night he slept but little, and as the day went on grew more and more excited. Scarcely had he swallowed his twelve o'clock dinner of sowens and oatcake, when he wanted to go and dress himself for his approaching visit. Malcolm persuaded him however to lie down a while and hear him play, and succeeded, strange as it may seem with such an instrument, in lulling him to sleep.
For very shame they cannot let the daughter of the Marquis de Recambours starve, and they must at least restore you a corner of your parents estates, if it be but a farm. How are we off for funds at present?" he asked with a laugh. "I hope at least we have enough to pay our hotel bill." "We have forty louis in cash, father; the remains of the hundred you committed to Malcolm with me."
"Then the English governor couldn't get it!" exclaimed Malcolm, delightedly. "Wasn't that splendid?" "It was a grand hiding-place, certainly, for no one would think of looking inside a tree for such a thing as that, and they were grand men who preserved their country's liberties in those trying times. But more peaceful years were at hand.