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Aline's arranging to pick up the Vannecks at Dumfries gave her the excuse she's been longing for ever since the quarrel, to get me into Somerled's car, though she didn't wish to seem as if she were forcing herself upon him. Perhaps he might have found some way of shuffling out of it, but in St. Michael's churchyard at Dumfries she asked if he didn't think the "little romance a very pretty one?"
I don't want people to think, when they hear you, 'Many a true word spoken in jest." "Somerled's older than you are, anyhow," Basil consoled her. "I should think so ages! Don't forget, dear, I'm only just thirty. I don't look more, do I truly?" "Not a day over twenty-eight." She was disappointed that he did not say less.
"So's the great Somerled, isn't he? He told my Cousin Marguerite that he was going a long journey in search of a model with the right shade of hair, which was hard on her, poor girl, as she's spent a pot o' money on hers. But Somerled's a sardonic sort of chap, don't you think? They say his money's spoilt him. He hardly ever paints nowadays. Too busy grubbing for millions.
Only, she was in need of help, of comfort, and involuntarily turned to the strongest, most dependable personality in her small world. I would have given all my faculty as a writer my dearest possession to have been in Somerled's place to have had her appealing to me while her air-castle crumbled. He went to her at once, and spoke to Mrs. Bal, who had not seen him till that instant.
She could answer her own late question now, with practical certainty. She was going to like men better than women! Her mother, of course, would be an exception. It was a delicious little supper that Mrs. West had ordered in Somerled's honour, yet for some mysterious reason, thoroughly understood only by Aline, nobody did justice to it or enjoyed it much.
What is to become of a girl like Barrie, left to her own devices, with every man well, let's say every second man who passes, stopping to flirt if not to propose? My fear is that Somerled's resolutions are turning round the other way, and that he's contemplating himself as permanent guardian if Barrie'll take him." "Take him! She'll snap at him. She shows her feelings in the most disgusting way.
"And what of Aline West?" The question whispered itself in Somerled's ears. But Mrs. MacDonald knew nothing of Aline West. And Somerled was beginning to think that, for all the boasted sagacity of experience, he knew not much more. "Thank you for your kind wishes," he said non-committally. "And now I will wish you a good day."
When he is severely displeased, I shouldn't care to be there to see him, especially if he were displeased with me. But I suspect Mrs. Bal to be one of those women who could not love a man unless she were afraid of him. In that may have lain the secret of Somerled's former fascination for her, if it existed.
Somerled's smooth black head again, and he glared at me in a kind of amused desperation. "You must know some one who would act as your chaperon for a few days, at a good salary sent home by train when we'd done with her. That ex-governess or nurse of yours, you told me about." "Oh, Heppie wouldn't be found dead leaving Grandma," said I. "Not that she loves her.
The thought came into Somerled's mind that it would be interesting to show her the world she had never seen, not only between Carlisle and Edinburgh, but over the hills and far away, as far as the purple island of Dhrum, set in its sunset frame of ocean gold or even farther. That could not be, of course, but the picture was pleasant.
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