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Changes in its mouth had rendered entrance difficult, and it had slipped by degrees from the knowledge of men. At the bottom of the slope, by the side of the well, sat the laird. Phemy set the little lantern she carried on its edge. The laird rose and shook hands with Malcolm and asked him to be seated. "I'm sorry to say they're efter ye again, laird," said Malcolm after a little ordinary chat.
Constantine, for his impertinence in not coming hither yesterday. Read it, Lascelles." "'Fore Gad, I wouldn't touch it for an earldom!" exclaimed the affected puppy, jerking it on the table. "It might affect me with the hypochondriacs. Pray, Phemy, do you peruse it." Euphemia, in her earnestness to learn what detained Mr.
Courthope took Phemy in her arms and carried her to her own room, where she opened the window and let the snowy wind blow full upon her. As soon as she came quite to herself, Malcolm set out to bear the good tidings to her father and mother. Only a few nights before had Phemy been taken to the room where they found her.
It maks my hert sair to ken 'at no guid will your hert get o' his. He s' no see ye the nicht, ony gait! Phemy uttered a childish howl, but immediately choked it with a proud sob. 'Ye're hurtin me, Kirsty! she said, after a minute or so of silence. 'Lat me doon, and I'll gang straucht hame to my father. I promise ye. 'I'll set ye doon, answered Kirsty, 'but ye maun come hame to my mither.
"It's Phemy, my lord Blue Peter's lassie 'at was tint," said Malcolm. "It begins to look serious," said the marquis. "Mrs Catanach! Mrs Courthope!" He turned towards the door. Mrs Courthope entered, and a head or two peeped in after her. Duncan stood as before, drawn up and stately, his visage working, but his body motionless as the statue of a sentinel.
She still encouraged her, therefore, to come to Corbyknowe as often as she felt inclined. Her father never interfered with any of her goings and comings. At the present point of my narrative, however, Kirsty began to notice that Phemy did not care so much for being with her as hitherto.
He threw himself on the mound for a moment, then started to his feet, caught up his plaid, tumbled from the loft, and fled from Scaurnose as if a visible pestilence had been behind him. When her parents discovered that Phemy was not in her garret, it occasioned them no anxiety.
"I haena been doon yet," she answered, "My mither was oot last nicht wi' the boat, an' Auntie Jinse was wi' the bairn, an' sae I cud du as I likit." "An' what did ye like, Phemy?" "A'body kens what I like," answered the child: "I was oot an' aboot a' nicht. An' eh, Ma'colm! I hed a vision." "What was that, Phemy?"
He was a youth no longer, but a handsome young fellow, with a pale face and a rather weary, therefore what some would call an interesting look. For many months he had been leading an idle life. He lifted his hat to Phemy, looked again, and recognised her. They had been friends when she was a child, but since he saw her last she had grown a young woman.
Kirsty might find Phemy past helping, and bring Steenie home! Then there was David, at that moment fighting for his life, perhaps! if he came home now, or any of the three, she must be ready to save their lives! they must not perish on her hands. So she prepared for the possible future, not by brooding on it, but by doing the work of the present.
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