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Updated: June 12, 2025
All these things Gibbie had bought himself, using the knowledge he had gathered in shopping with Mrs. Sclater, and the advice of her dressmaker, whom he had taken into his confidence, and who had entered heartily into his plan. He made signs to Mistress Croale that everything there was at her service, and left her.
The tears were in her eyes, and had been running down her cheeks, but she was calm and dignified as usual. "Here he comes!" she said as he entered. "The will o' the Lord be dene noo an' for ever-mair! I'm at his biddin'. An' sae's Gibbie." It was Mr. Sclater. The witch had sailed her brander well.
"Tell your mistress," said the laird, "that the Rev. Mr. Sclater wishes to see her." The girl returned with a scared face, and the news that her mistress was not in her room. The laird's loose mouth dropped looser. "Miss Galbraith did us the honour to sleep at our house last night," said Mr. Sclater deliberately. "The devil!" cried the laird, relieved. "Why! What!
The minister's wrath, when he found he had been followed home by Gibbie who yet would not enter the house, instantly rose in redoubled strength. He was ashamed to report the affair to Mrs. Sclater just as it had passed.
She walked in, followed by Gibbie, and would have Ginevra go with them for a long walk. Pleased enough with the proposal, for the outsides of life had been dull as well as painful of late, she went and asked her father. If she did not tell him that Sir Gilbert was with Mrs. Sclater, perhaps she ought to have told him; but I am not sure, and therefore am not going to blame her.
Sclater, afraid of offending Sir Gilbert, hesitated on the advance to prevent her. How friendly the warm air felt! how consoling the crimson walls with the soft flicker of the great fire upon them! how delicious the odour of the cockie-leekie! She could give up whisky a good deal more easily, she thought, if she had the comforts of a minister to fall back upon!
With a vague presentiment of what was coming, Mrs. Sclater, feeling rather than seeing him move across the room like a shadow, sat in dread expectation; and presently her fear arrived, in the shape of a large New Testament, and a face of loving sadness, and keen discomfort, such as she had never before seen Gibbie wear.
Gibbie had absented himself without permission, had stayed away for hours, had not returned even when the hour of worship arrived; and these were sins against the respectability of his house which no minister like Mr. Sclater could pass by.
It could not become the duty of the minister of a parish, just because those who ought and could, would not, to spend time and money, to the neglect of his calling, in hunting up a boy whom he would not know what to do with if he had him, a boy whose home had been with the dregs of society. In justice to Mr. Sclater, it must be mentioned that he did not know Gibbie, even by sight.
He had put on a pair, but found them so miserably uncomfortable that, in merry wrath, he pulled them off on the way home, and threw them "The best kid!" exclaimed Mrs. Sclater over the Pearl Bridge. Prudently fearful of over-straining her influence, she yielded for the present, and let him go without. Mr.
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