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Sam'l looked about him, and then, seeing that the others had gone, walked round the town-house into the darkness of the brae that leads down and then up to the farm of T'nowhead. To get into the good graces of Lisbeth Fargus you had to know her ways and humour them.
"Sam'l," she said, with a twinkle in her eye, "ye can tell Lisbeth Fargus I'll likely be drappin' in on her' aboot Mununday or Teisday." Lisbeth was sister to Eppie, and wife of Tammas McQuhatty, better known as T'nowhead, which was the name of his farm. She was thus Bell's mistress. Sam'l leaned against the hen-house as if all his desire to depart had gone.
Sanders smiled. "D'ye think she is, Sanders?" "Weel, Sam'l, I d'na want to fluster ye, but she's been ower lang wi' Lisbeth Fargus no to hae learnt her ways. An a'body kins what a life T'nowhead has wi' her." "Guid sake, Sanders, hoo did ye no speak o' this afore?" "I thocht ye kent o't, Sam'l." They had now reached the square, and the U.P. kirk was coming out.
Nevertheless he was a little excited, for he went off without saying good-night. No one spoke. Bell's face was crimson. T'nowhead fidgeted on his chair, and Lisbeth looked at Sam'l. The weaver was strangely calm and collected, though he would have liked to know whether this was a proposal. "Sit in by to the table, Sam'l," said Lisbeth, trying to look as if things were as they had been before.
Sanders smiled. "D' ye think she is, Sanders?" "Weel, Sam'l, I d'na want to fluster ye, but she's been ower lang wi' Lisbeth Fargus no to hae learnt her ways. An a'body kins what a life T'nowhead has wi' her." "Guid sake, Sanders, hoo did ye no speak o' this afore?" "I thocht ye kent o't, Sam'l." They had now reached the square, and the U. P. kirk was coming out.
Tibbie ran to the farm and woke up T'nowhead. For an hour they looked in vain for Hendry. At last some one asked who was working in Elshioner's shop all night. This was the long earthen-floored room in which Hendry's loom stood with three others. "It'll be Sanders Whamond likely," T'nowhead said, and the other men nodded.
Nevertheless he was a little excited, for he went off without saying good-night. No one spoke. Bell's face was crimson. T'nowhead fidgeted on his chair, and Lisbeth looked at Sam'l. The weaver was strangely calm and collected, though he would have liked to know whether this was a proposal. "Sit in by to the table, Sam'l," said Lisbeth, trying to look as if things were as they had been before.
Sam'l looked about him, and then, seeing that the others had gone, walked round the townhouse into the darkness of the brae that leads down and then up to the farm of T'nowhead. To get into the good graces of Lisbeth Fargus you had to know her ways and humour them.
But these perhaps forgot that her other lover was in the same predicament as the accepted one that of the two, indeed, he was the more to blame, for he set off to T'nowhead on the Sabbath of his own accord, while Sam'l only ran after him. And then there is no one to say for certain whether Bell heard of her suitors' delinquencies until Lisbeth's return from the kirk.
Lisbeth would have liked to provide knives and forks, but she knew that beyond a certain point T'nowhead was master in his own house. As for Sam'l, he felt victory in his hands, and began to think that he had gone too far. In the mean time Sanders, little witting that Sam'l had trumped his trick, was sauntering along the kirk-wynd with his hat on the side of his head.
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