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Rothsay's sojourn at the fort. The major thanked the lady, and followed her into the drawing room, where he sat talking to the colonel, while the ladies went to their rooms to lay off their bonnets and cloaks. They came down only when called by the bell to the early Sunday dinner.
He passed on, therefore, in his discourse, without observing his son's speech, but in private Rothsay's rashness augmented the displeasure which his father began to entertain against him. "It is well the Douglas is on the marches," said the King. "His breast, like those of his ancestors, has ever been the best bulwark of Scotland."
It was impossible to make a serious reply to this ridiculous exhibition of Rothsay's prejudice against poor Mrs. Mozeen. "When am I to be murdered?" I asked. "And how is it to be done? Poison?" "I'm not joking," Rothsay answered. "You are infatuated about your housekeeper. When you spoke of her legacy, did you notice her eyes." "Yes." "Did nothing strike you?"
He joined his wife in trying to persuade Cora to remain with them yet another day; but Cora explained that there were many reasons for her return to Rockhold. Finding her obdurate, Mr. Fabian ordered Mrs. Rothsay's landau to be at the door at a certain hour. And as soon as dinner was over and Cora had put on her bonnet and taken leave of Violet, with a promise to return within a few days, Mr.
Rothsay's demeanor had led her to such a supposition. And she resolved never again to drop a hint of her hostess' too evident suspicion of herself to the family autocrat, for it was the last mistake that Mrs. Stillwater could possibly wish to make to kindle anger between grandfather and granddaughter. Her policy was to forbear, to be patient, to conciliate, and to bide her time.
The license and impropriety of the Duke of Rothsay's conduct was the more reprehensible in the public view, that he was a married person; although some, over whom his youth, gaiety, grace, and good temper had obtained influence, were of opinion that an excuse for his libertinism might be found in the circumstances of the marriage itself.
Rothsay's story namely, that she was the granddaughter of the famous Iron King, Aaron Rockharrt, lately deceased, and that she was the widow of the late Regulas Rothsay, who so mysteriously disappeared on the evening of his wedding before the day of his expected inauguration as governor of his native State, and who was afterward discovered to have been murdered by the Comanche Indians.
I begged that the doctor would not trouble himself to repeat more of what my women servants had said. "If the other explanation," I added, "is equally unworthy of notice " "The other explanation," the doctor interposed, "comes from Mr. Rothsay, and is of a very serious kind." Rothsay's opinion demanded my respect. "What view does he take?" I inquired. "A view that startles me," the doctor said.
And then she entered upon the family history of the last four years and four months, since Rule had disappeared, and told him of the sudden death of her dear old grandmother on the very day on which the false report of Rothsay's murder reached them. She told him of her Uncle Fabian's marriage to Violet Wood a year later. Of her widowed grandfather's second marriage to Mrs.
"Hope of your daughter being my rich widow?" I asked. Her bitter answer followed instantly. "Even then," she said, "Susan wouldn't marry Rothsay." A lie! If circumstances favored her, I knew, on Rothsay's authority, what Susan would do. The thought burst on my mind, like light bursting on the eyes of a man restored to sight.
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