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Bishopriggs that he might find good reason yet for congratulating himself on the chance which had associated him with the festivities at Swanhaven Lodge. It was still early in the afternoon when the gayety at the dinner-table began, in certain quarters, to show signs of wearing out. The younger members of the party especially the ladies grew restless with the appearance of the dessert.
In view of the coming race, the first and foremost of British trainers was not to be trifled with, even by the first and foremost of British athletes. "She won't come again," said Geoffrey. "She's going away from Swanhaven in two days' time." "I've put every shilling I'm worth in the world on you," pursued Perry, relapsing into tenderness. "And I tell you I felt it!
Two persons were seated together in the room: they were Anne Silvester and Sir Patrick Lundie. The opening conversation between them comprising, on one side, the narrative of what had happened at Perth and at Swanhaven; and, on the other, a statement of the circumstances attending the separation of Arnold and Blanche had come to an end. It rested with Sir Patrick to lead the way to the next topic.
He has hitherto been personally distinguished in these pages as the self-appointed father of Anne Silvester and the humble servant of Blanche at the dance at Swanhaven Lodge. He now dawns on the view in amicable relations with a third lady and assumes the mystic character of Mrs. Glenarm's "Friend in the Dark."
The visitor who left Swanhaven quitted it with something like a sense of leaving home. Among the few houses not our own which take a strong hold on our sympathies this was one. The ornamental grounds were far inferior in size and splendor to the grounds at Windygates. But the park was beautiful less carefully laid out, but also less monotonous than an English park.
"Nothing any where, that I can see, to interest Anne. Nothing to interest any body except Lady Lundie," she went on, brushing the newspaper off her lap. "It turns out to be all true, Arnold, at Swanhaven. Geoffrey Delamayn is going to marry Mrs. Glenarm." "What!" cried Arnold; the idea instantly flashing on him that this was the news which Anne had seen.
Aweel! aweel! ye ha' gi'en me yer money, and I'll een gi' ye back gude measure for it, on my side. Mistress Glenarm's awa' in private incog, as they say to Jaffray Delamayn's brither at Swanhaven Lodge. Ye may rely on the information, and it's no' that easy to come at either. They've keepit it a secret as they think from a' the warld. Hech! hech!
But she had no money left; and there were no friends, in the circle at Swanhaven, to whom she could apply, without being misinterpreted, for a loan of ten pounds, to be privately intrusted to her on the spot. Under stress of sheer necessity Blanche abandoned all hope of making any present appeal of a pecuniary nature to the confidence of Bishopriggs.
One of those two men is a person named Bishopriggs, formerly waiter at the Craig Fernie inn." Arnold started, and changed color. "I have to add," he proceeded, "that Blanche, unfortunately, found an opportunity of speaking to Bishopriggs at Swanhaven. When she and Lady Lundie joined us at Edinburgh she showed me privately a card which had been given to her by Bishopriggs.
Glenarm rightly reported by Bishopriggs as having privately taken refuge from her anonymous correspondent at Swanhaven Lodge was, musically speaking, far from being an efficient substitute for Mrs. Delamayn.
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