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Brett says he would; But Brian God bless him! he might have told me he was living still Brian has gone off to America, poor lad! and Elizabeth Murray well, I'll make her fight, if I can, but I doubt I doubt." "My aunt wants this fellow to have Strathleckie and Netherglen, too, then?" "Yes, she does; so you are cut out there, Hugo.
Of course, it was late when he reached Strathleckie, and he assured himself with some complacency that Elizabeth would expect no conversation with him until next morning. But he was a little mistaken.
But how could a poor man travel in Italy, and rent the Villa Venturi, say nothing of Strathleckie?" "He did not rent it. They were my guests." "Your guests? And what are they now, then?" "My guests still." Brian rose to his feet. "Then you are a rich woman?" "Yes." "It is you, perhaps, who have paid me for teaching these boys?"
Heron, in talking the matter over with his son's friend, declared that an elopement had been not only disgraceful, but utterly unnecessary, since he should never have thought of opposing the marriage. He had been exceedingly angry at first; and now, although he received Kitty at Strathleckie, he treated her with great coldness, and absolutely refused to speak to Hugo at all. In a man of Mr.
"And that I should shoot, and fish, and ride, and disport myself gaily over my brother's inheritance that my own hand deprived him of!" cried Brian, with angry bitterness. "It is so likely! Is it you who have no feeling, or do you fancy that I have none?" "But the place is yours," faltered Hugo, with a guilty look, "Strathleckie is yours, if Netherglen is not." "Mine!
"If you are Brian Luttrell, as Vasari swears you are swearing it to his own detriment, too, which inclines me to believe that it is true the Strathleckie estate is yours." "You can't prove that I am Brian Luttrell." "But I might prove when we get back to Scotland that you bore the name of Brian Luttrell for three or four-and-twenty years of your life."
He could do nothing more, he told himself, and, although his excitable disposition prevented his sleeping until dawn grew red in the eastern sky, he would not waste his powers unnecessarily by sitting up to brood over the resolution that he had taken. Before ten o'clock next morning he was riding to Strathleckie. On reaching the house he asked at once if he could see Mr. Stretton.
Her great desire that the properties of Netherglen and Strathleckie should be united was realised in a way of which she had never dreamt. Brian himself believed firmly that he was of Italian parentage and that Dino Vasari was the veritable heir of the Luttrells; but the notion was now so painful to Mrs.
Vivian was anxious to see the Herons before any newspaper report should reach them; and he therefore hurried the seaman up to Strathleckie after a hasty breakfast at the hotel. But at Strathleckie, disappointment awaited him. Everybody was out except the baby and the servants. The whole party had gone to spend a long day at the house of a friend: they would not be back till evening.
The dreamy expression of Brian's eyes seemed to betoken that his thoughts were far away. Hugo moved his stick nervously through the grass at his feet. He could not look up. "What else have you to tell me?" he said at last. "Do you know the way in which Strathleckie was settled?" said Brian, quietly, coming down to earth from some high vision of other worlds and other lives than ours.
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