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He felt the skin of his head contracting; his hair was about to stand on end! The spell must be broken! He forced himself forward a step to lay his hand on Lord Mergwain, and bring him to himself. But his lordship uttered a terrible cry, betwixt a scream and a yell, and sank back on the sofa. The same instant the laird was himself again, and sprang to him.
The laird did make haste, smiling at the exigence of his visitor. Lord Mergwain listened to the glug-glug in the long neck of the decanter as if it had been a song of love, and the moment it was over, was holding the glass to his nose. "Humph! Not much aroma here!" he growled, "I ought to have made the old fool" the laird must have been some fifteen years younger than he.
She looked anxiously in his face. "Dear Cosmo," she said, "do not be angry with me. I will borrow the money from the housekeeper. I have never done such a thing, but for your sake I will. You shall send it tomorrow." "No, no, dearest Joan!" cried Cosmo. "I will not hear of such a thing. I should be worse than Lord Mergwain to lay a feather on the burden he makes you carry."
The next moment he cried for water, drank three mouthfuls eagerly, threw the tumbler from him, and broke it on the hearth. The instant he was dressed, he dropped into the great chair and closed his eyes. "Your lordship must allow me to fetch some fuel," said the laird; "the room is growing cold." "No, I tell you!" cried Lord Mergwain, opening his eyes and sitting up.
He seems to have a kind of hatred to your family! I do not in the least know why. Could my father have said anything about you that he misunderstood? But no, that could not be! And yet my father did say he knew your house many years before!" "I don't care how Lord Mergwain regards me," said Cosmo; "what angers me is that he should behave so to you that you dare not tell him a thing.
Grizzle was removing the breakfast things; Lord Mergwain was seated by the fire, staring into it; and the laird had got his Journal of George Fox, and was reading diligently: when nothing was to be done, the deeper mind of the laird grew immediately active. When Lady Joan entered, her father sat up straight in his chair: he expected opposition!
"Joan," said Lord Mergwain, "go and tell the rascal to put the horses to." Lady Joan rose at once, took her shawl, put it over her head, and went. Cosmo ran to open the door for her. The laird looked on, and said not a word: the headstrong old man would find the thing could not be done!
They, were a peculiar-looking pair Lord Mergwain in antiquated dress, not a little worn, and neither very clean nor in very good condition a snuffy, dilapidated, miserable, feeble old man, with a carriage where doubt seemed rooted in apprehension, every other moment casting about him a glance of enquiry, as if an evil spirit came running to the mouth of his eye-caves, looked out, and retreated; and the laird behind him, a head higher, crowned with his red night-cap, and dressed as I have already described, looking older than his years, but bearing on his face the repose of discomfort accepted, his eye keen and clear, and, when turned on his guest, filled with compassion rather than hospitality.
As soon as Lord Mergwain was seated, Cosmo drew his father aside, told him the names of their guests, and in what difficulty he had found them, and added that the lady and the horses were sober enough, but for the other two he would not answer. "We have been spending some weeks at Canmore Castle in Ross-shire, and are now on our way home," said Lady Joan to Mistress Warlock.
Now she was equal to the proper entertainment of the visitor, for whom, while she was away, Aggie, obedient to her orders, was preparing the state bedroom thinking all the time of that night long ago when she and Cosmo got it ready for Lord Mergwain. Cosmo and Mr.
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