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"I call myself Somerled," he added, watching her face as he made his announcement. She caught him up quickly. "Why, that was the name of the great leader from the North who founded the Clan MacDonald!" "You know about him, do you in spite of the retired life?" "Not to know would disgrace a MacDonald. And just because I have led a retired life I've had more time to learn than girls in the world.
You shall have all Carlyle's works and Shakespeare's for your own. I'll give them to you," said Sir Somerled, looking at me with an interested look, as if suddenly he liked me better than he had before. "Oh, you are good, and I should love to have them," I said. "But now there'll be my mother I shall have to ask permission of for everything.
"Your sister, too and her friends? Will you go and see if they have come, and if they have, bring them here or plead my cause eloquently, or something?" "I'll go at once," I agreed, rising. On principle, I disliked and despised the gorgeous, selfish creature; but there was that in me which longed to please her, and delighted in being chosen as her defender, over the head of Somerled, so to speak.
Lavender was the doctor's favourite colour, and she invariably wears one shade or another of it. She never would go into mourning for him, as people thought she ought to do when he disappeared. I explained everything, talking so fast that I got out of breath, while Mr. Somerled walked round the room looking at the curiosities.
He thought her extremely pretty, and wondered if Somerled thought so too. But he wished that she did not care quite so much what Somerled thought. And he was not sure whether she were right about what Somerled liked. "I wonder if we understand Somerled?" he asked, as if he were questioning himself aloud. "After all, we don't know him very well." "I do," Aline said. "I know him like a book.
Not a word said one of us as the goodly company of soldiers swept by in a rich-coloured cloud of their own music. But when all had disappeared into the church, Somerled and Barrie looked at each other.
Days went on, and Somerled did not come to our part of the world, which was by this time the heart of the Highlands; but I felt in my bones that Barrie was hearing from him, writing to him; that she knew what I did not know, the mystery of his absence.
"Tell the gentleman I shall be delighted," she said to the hotel servant: and I saw that she was smiling the impish smile which Barrie has inherited. "So glad you came before I got away!" she exclaimed, shaking hands with Somerled. "Five minutes more and I should have missed you. I'm due at the theatre now. The poor wretches are rehearsing without me, but I must turn up for a scene, at eleven!"
Oh, my dear boy! I apologize. But I have feelings too as you know only too well." "I'm afraid she is getting to like him," I said, "but I persuade myself, anyhow, that she's more in love with love in general than with Somerled in particular. She's under the influence of the heather moon." "I'm not going to let her have Somerled!" Aline cried out sharply. "I can't bear it. Can you?"
I don't know what their own lives must be like or what they can think of the incidents they must see every day in the newspapers! Somerled says the only romantic thing he ever did was to annex the name of Somerled: but almost every phase of his life would make a story. Take his success in America, for instance.
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