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I found after a while that Lady Monksburn is English, and that Annas has spent much of her life in England. I wanted to know what part of England it was, and she said, "The Isle of Wight." "Why, then you do really come from the South!" cried I. "Do tell me something about it. Are there any agreeable people there? I mean, except you." Annas laughed.
I thought we were tolerably warm about the Prince's landing, at Abbotscliff; but when I got to Monksburn, I found the weather still hotter. The Laird is almost beside himself; Mr Keith as I never saw him before. Annas has the air of an inspired prophetess, and even Lady Monksburn is moved out of her usual quietude, though she makes the least ado of any.
I found that Monks' Brae was on the Monksburn road, but nearly two miles further on. 'Tis the high road from Selkirk to Galashiels, after you leave Monksburn, and pretty well frequented; so that Angus was deemed guard enough. But last night the whole road was so full of people going to hear Mr Whitefield, that it was like walking in a crowd all the way.
As we were coming away, we came upon our friends from Monksburn, whom we had not seen before. "This is preaching!" said Annas, as she clasped our hands. "Eh, puir laddie, he'll just wear himself out," said the Laird. "I hope he has a gude wife, for sic men are rare, and they should be well taken care of while they are here."
When we came to Monksburn, which is about a mile from the manse, I found it was a most charming place on the banks of the Tweed. The lawn ran sloping down to the river; and the house was a lovely old building of grey stone, in some places almost lost in ivy.
I really meant it, but my Uncle Drummond put on such a droll expression, and Angus laughed so much, that I woke up to see that they thought I had said something very queer. When my uncle spoke, it was not at first to me. "Flora," said he, "where have you taken your cousin?" "Only into the cottages, Father, and to Monksburn," said Flora, in a diverted tone, as if she were trying not to laugh.
Mr Keith, I find, can draw beautifully, and they let me look through some of his portfolios, which was delightful. And when Annas, at her mother's desire, at down to the harpsichord, and sang us some old Scots songs, I thought I never heard anything so charming until Flora joined in, and then it was more delicious still. I think it would be easy to be good, if one lived at Monksburn!
If she be asked to stay, Uncle says, she may please herself, for he knows she can be trusted: but if Grandmamma or my Aunt Dorothea do not ask her, then she goes on with Annas to her friends, who, Annas says, will be quite delighted to see her. I do so wish that Flora might stay with me! This afternoon we went over to Monksburn to say farewell.
She took both my hands in her soft white ones, and spoke to me so kindly that before I had known her ten minutes I was almost surprised to find myself chattering away to her as if she were quite an old friend telling her all about Brocklebank, and my sisters, and Father, and my Aunt Kezia. I could not tell how it was, I felt so completely at home in that Monksburn drawing-room.
But suddenly there came a setting of stern purpose into his lips and eyes, and he kissed her hand and let it go, with no more than "God bless you, dear Flora. Farewell!" We left Abbotscliff ourselves at six o'clock next morning. At the gates at Monksburn we took up Annas, and Wedderburn joined us there too.
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