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"Oh, I am very glad to make your acquaintance," Mrs. Malcomson said warmly. "I called on you to-day on my way here, but you were out." "And so did I," said Mrs. Sillenger. "And I hope to have the pleasure very soon," Mr. St. John added, bowing. Mrs. Beale joined, the group just then.
"Well, well I suppose I must let you have your way." "Why, your honor," replied Malcomson, "'am sure it mair becomes me to let you hae yours; but regerding this ould carl, I winna say, but he has been weel indoctrinated in the sceence." "Ahem! well, well, go on." "An' it's no easy to guess whare he could hae gotten it.
The women will not allow it. But" he added with his benign smile, dropping into a lighter tone, as if he felt that he had been more serious than the occasion warranted, and addressing Mrs. Malcomson specially "but you must not despise your personal appearance. Beauty is a great power, and it may be used for good as well as for evil. Beauty is beneficent as well as malign.
"Weel, man, here's to ye, Andy ou, man, but this yill is extraordinar' gude." "Why," replied Andy, who, by the way, seldom went sober to bed, and who was even now nearly three sheets in the wind, "it is. Mr. Malcomson, the right stuff. But, as I was sayin', you Scotchmen think first and spake afther one of the most unlucky practices that ever anybody had.
It is true Miss Esther and Malcomson were now silent, for their own sakes; but it did not remove their indignation; so far from that, Lanigan himself came in for a share of it, and was secretly looked upon in the light of the squire's confidant in the transaction. Whilst matters were in this position, the Red Rapparee began gradually to lose the confidence of his unscrupulous employer.
They accordingly did so, and had nearly reached the back wall of the garden when they met Malcomson and Cummiskey, on their way into the kitchen, in order to have a mug of strong ale together. The two men, on seeing the females approach, withdrew to the shelter of a clump of trees, but not until they were known by Connor.
"Well, Malcomson," said he, "how do you like the bearded fellow in the garden?" "Ou, yer honor, weel eneugh; he does ken something o' the sceence o' buttany, an' 'am thinkin' he must hae been a gude spell in Scotland, for I canna guess whare else he could hae become acquent wi' it." "I see Malcomson, you'll still persist in your confounded pedantry about your science.
When the old squire went to his study, he desired the gardener to be sent for, and when that individual entered, he found his master in a towering passion. "What is the reason, Malcomson," said he, "that the garden is in such a shameful state? I declare to God it is scandalous." "Ou, your honor," replied Malcomson, who was a Scotchman, "e'en because you will not allow me an under gerdener.
Edith was the actor now, and Mrs. Malcomson became a mere spectator. Mr. St. John was the first to appreciate the change. Edith's presence, more than her words, was enough in itself to relax the tension of pained reflection which had possessed him the whole afternoon.
The whole kitchen was in a buzz; in fact, a regular scene ensued. Every one spoke, except Lanigan, who, from former experience, understood the case perfectly; but, as for Malcomson, whose zeal on this occasion certainly got the better of his discretion, he seemed thunderstruck. "Eh, sirs! did ony one ever hear the like o' this? to hide a rebel priest frae the offended laws!
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