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Dazzled with the light, the traveller resisted not, while Elspie half-led, half dragged him still clasping his wife into a little room close by, when she shut the door and left them. Then she burst in once more among the astonished guests. "Ye may gang your gate, ye heathens! Awa wi' ye, for Captain Rothesay's come hame!"
"I have not the slightest doubt of Captain Rothesay's respectability," answered Dr. Johnson. Respectability! applied to the scions of a family which had had the honour of being nearly extirpated at Flodden-field, and again at Pinkie. Had the trusty follower of the Rothesays heard the term, she certainly would have been inclined to annihilate the presumptuous Englishman.
The little old maid was quite overpowered with her stylish bend; her salute, French fashion, cheek to cheek; and her anxious inquiries after Miss Vanbrugh's health. "I am quite well, thank you, madam. A friend of Mrs. Rothesay's I suppose?" was poor Meliora's bewildered reply. "No, indeed; I have not till now had the pleasure of hearing Mrs. Rothesay's name.
It feels almost as small and soft as when you were a little babe at Stirling." And saying this, there came a cloud over Mrs. Rothesay's face; but soon it went away, as she continued, "Child! listen to something I never told you never could have told you, until now.
Woman as I am, I will dare all things endure all things. Let me be an artist." Olive Rothesay's desire, Like all strongest hopes, By its own energy fulfilled itself. She became an artist not in a week, a month, a year Art exacts of its votaries no less service than a lifetime.
Next morning Miss Manners abruptly communicated her determination not to have the horse, and the matter was never again referred to. But it had placed a chasm between Olive and Christal, which the one could not, the other would not pass. And as various other interests grew up in Miss Rothesay's life, her anxiety over this wayward girl a little ceased.
"Oh, she is everybody's Auntie Flora; no one ever calls her anything else," observed little Maggie Oliphant, who, during all their walk clung tenaciously to Miss Rothesay's hand, as most children were prone to do. "I think," said the quiet Miss Anstruther, lifting up her brown eyes, "that in all our lives put together, we will never do half the good that Aunt Flora has done in hers.
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