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Updated: June 4, 2025
See now just a slice off the bark the weight of the axe does it almost." "What an excellent plan!" observed William. "But I have another friend in my pocket," replied Ready, "and I must use him soon." "What is that?" "Poor Captain Osborn's pocket-compass. You see, William, the blazing will direct us how to go back again; but it will not tell us what course we are now to steer.
She cared less for Osborn's moods and was better able to defy them. He began to be afraid of her temper, and she began to like at times to defy his. There had been some fierce scenes between them in which he had found her meet with a flare of fury words she would once have been cowed by.
"We have not been good neebors, though I dinna ken that's much fault o' mine; but if you thowt I'd use a foolish girl to hurt a man I didn't like, you're varra wrang. Hooiver, you came for an explanation, and I want one, too." He turned to Kit. "You had better tell us why you kept up Miss Osborn's acquaintance withoot her father's consent."
"Mother, you shouldn't trouble yourself! But how nice it is!" She drank gratefully, then put the usual question with the usual anxiety: "Babes been well? And good?" "They've been lambs," said Grannie warmly. "What a pity I folded up Osborn's bed, and put it in the children's room! You could have slept here to-night, mother."
She was a rather stupid actress, with no magnetism but her looks, and no possible chance of ever in this world obtaining a bigger part than the minor one she at present had inveigled from the manager; and she liked well-set-up smart men, men who appeared as if they had money to burn. There were no obstacles placed in Osborn's way.
She sat there some while after he had gone, comfortably finishing her own meal, which had been interrupted by attendance on the children, as if deliberately determining that Osborn's return should interfere in no whit with her recent ease. Only when she was quite ready, with no hurry and at her own pleasure, did she start out to the Heath to give the children their morning airing.
He went out and Peter, who walked to the porch with him, came back and looked quietly at Kit. "A proud and foolish man, but he's hit hard!" he said. "Mayhappen it will hurt, my lad, but you must be done wi' this. Osborn's daughter is none for you." Kit looked straight in front, with his hands clenched. "So it seems, for some years. It does hurt. I cannot give her up."
"So you knew what threatened us?" Osborn remarked, rather sharply. "If so, it's curious you waited until I sent for you." Thorn hesitated. He had meant to be tactful, but it looked as if he had been rash. Osborn's suspicions were obviously excited. "The matter is delicate, and I knew you would send for me if you thought I could be of use." "You can be of use.
They were silent for some time afterwards, for both had said enough and knew that Osborn's resentment must be reckoned on. It made them feel like accomplices and drew them together. They were young and not given to looking far ahead, but they saw the threat that the friendship both valued might be broken off.
But her greatest asset was her beauty. Osborn's letters told Marie very little of his doings; they almost conveyed the impression, though he would have been uneasy to know it, of careful epistles penned by a bad schoolboy.
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