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But Helen took no notice, only saying "that she hoped the doctors did not hurt him now." "No, that is all over. Dr Hamilton says I am to be left to Nature, whatever that is; I overheard him say it one day. And I begged of Mr. Menteith not to shut me up any longer, or take me out only in my carriage, but to let me go about as I like, Malcolm carrying me isn't he a big, strong fellow?
"What! in her house?" said Rhoda and, hurried off at once. "Mr. Ashmead," said Vizard, "a word with you." "By all means, sir," said Ashmead, "as we go for the doctor. Dr. Menteith has a great name. He lives close by your hotel, sir. As they went, Vizard asked him what he meant by saying this accident would cost her a broken heart.
There is but one person in the world one young person who answers to all those requisites." "Who is that?" "Helen Cardross." Mr. Menteith was a good deal surprised. Though he had a warm corner in his heart for Helen, still, the idea of her as heiress to so large an estate was novel and startling. He did not consider himself justified in criticizing the earl's choice; still, he thought it odd.
"You may suppose, cousin," said Lord Menteith, "I am not too well equipt just now; but you may be assured I shall endeavour to help you as well as I can, for the sake of old kindred, neighbourhood, and alliance."
A Royal personage whom Evadne had met at home recognized her at this moment, and shook hands with her with somewhat effusive cordiality, making a remark to which she responded quietly. "She seems to be a pretty self-possessed young woman, too," Menteith observed. "Her composure is perfect." "Ah!" Mrs. Guthrie Brimston ejaculated; "those stupid people have no nerves!
Then, suddenly changing his tone, he asked Menteith when he had seen Annot Lyle. The young Earl coloured deeply, and answered, "Not since last evening, excepting," he added, with hesitation, "for one moment, about half an hour before the battle began."
He made no remark, but busied himself in drawing up the will, which Lord Cairnforth seemed nervously anxious should be completed that very day. "For, suppose any thing should happen if I died this night, for instance! No, let what is done be done as soon as possible, and as privately." "You wish, then, the matter to be kept private?" asked Mr. Menteith. "Yes."
Comyn Menteith; or, as she introduced herself, "I'm Isabel. I came down from London to-day because it was so very shocking and deplorable, and I am dying to see my poor little brother and uncle Colin. I must keep away from poor papa till the doctors are gone, so I came here." She was a little woman in the delicately featured style of sandy prettiness, and exceedingly talkative and good-natured.
"Yet the very doubt," pleaded Annot, "should make you forbear to use this language to me." "I know," said M'Aulay, "it places a bar between us but I know also that it divides you not so inseparably from Menteith.
"Has he been long in this way?" asked Lord Menteith, addressing his brother. "About three days," answered Angus; "the fit is wellnigh over, he will be better to-morrow. But come, gentlemen, don't let the tappit-hen scraugh to be emptied. The King's health, King Charles's health! and may the covenanting dog that refuses it, go to Heaven by the road of the Grassmarket!"
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