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More than arrogance had kept him off from the bodies of the town; a consciousness also that he was not their match in malicious innuendo. The direct attack he could meet superbly, downing his opponent with a coarse birr of the tongue; to the veiled gibe he was a quivering hulk, to be prodded at your ease. The new house of Templandmuir was seen above the trees.
Of the four that went down the street two were the usual carriers' carts, the other two were off to Fleckie with meal, and Gourlay had started them the sooner since they were to bring back the ironwork which Templandmuir needed for his new improvements.
He was a man you would have turned to look at as he marched in silence by the side of Templandmuir. Though taller than the laird, he looked shorter because of his enormous breadth. He had a chest like the heave of a hill. Templandmuir was afraid of him.
Gourlay refused to be seated with the rest, but stood near the platform, with his back to the wall, by the side of Templandmuir. After what the Provost described "as a few preliminary remarks" they lasted half an hour he called on Mr. Wilson to address the meeting.
As Gourlay stood at his gate he pondered with heavy cunning how much he might charge Templandmuir for bringing the ironwork from Fleckie. He decided to charge him for the whole day, though half of it would be spent in taking his own meal to Donnerton. In that he was carrying out his usual policy which was to make each side of his business help the other.
That is for the stone of fourteen pounds. At that time Scotch cheese was selling, roughly, at from fifty to sixty shillings the hundred-weight. "Ay, man, Templandmuir, it's you!" said Gourlay, coming forward with great heartiness. "Ay, man, and how are ye? C'way into the parlour!" "Good-evening, Mr. Gourlay," said the Templar. His manner was curiously subdued.
His was the high courage that feeds on hate, and welcomes rather than shrinks from its expression. He was smiling as he faced them. "Let me pass," he said, and shouldered his way to the door, the bystanders falling back to make room. Templandmuir followed him out. "I'll walk to the head o' the brae," said the Templar.
Gourlay!" he bawled suddenly, when they came opposite the House with the Green Shutters, "I've had a crow to pick with you for more than a year." It came on Gourlay with a flash that Templandmuir was slipping away from him. But he must answer him civilly for the sake of the quarry. "Ay, man," he said quietly, "and what may that be?" "I'll damned soon tell you what it is," said the Templar.
Though nothing was said between them, each was in wrathful contact with the other's mind. Gourlay blamed everything that had happened on Templandmuir, who had dragged him to the meeting and deserted him. And Templandmuir was longing to begin about the quarry, but afraid to start. That was why he began at last with false, unnecessary loudness. It burst the louder for its pent fury. "Mr.
"What a splendid house Templandmuir has built!" cried the ex-Provost. "Splendid!" echoed Brodie. "But a laird like the Templar has a right to a fine mansion such as that! He's no' like some merchants we ken o' who throw away money on a house for no other end but vanity. Many a man builds a grand house for a show-off, when he has verra little to support it. But the Templar's different.
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