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Wilson ignored Gourlay, but he was very blithe with Templandmuir, and inveigled him off to a corner. They talked together very briskly, and Wilson laughed once with uplifted head, glancing across at Gourlay as he laughed. Curse them, were they speaking of him? The hall was crammed at last, and the important bodies took their seats upon the front benches.
"Bide where you are, Templandmuir," said Gourlay after a little. "I'll be back directly." He went through to the kitchen and took a crystal jug from the dresser. He "made a point" of bringing the water for his whisky.
And when next they met, the pot-valiant squireen would chuckle proudly, "Faith, yon was a night." By a crude cunning of the kind Gourlay had maintained his ascendancy for years, and to-night he would maintain it still. He went out to the pump to fetch water with his own hands for their first libation. But when he came back and set out the big decanter Templandmuir started to his feet.
Gourlay," bawled Templandmuir with unnecessary loudness. The reason of his vehemence was twofold. And being eager to oppose Gourlay, yet a coward, he yelled to supply in noise what he lacked in resolution. "I don't follow Mr. Gourlay at all," he roared; "I follow nobody but myself! Every man in the district's in support of this petition. It would be absurd to suppose anything else.
In his desire to conciliate he had let Templandmuir get away unscathed. His blood rocked him where he stood. He walked blindly to the kitchen door, never knowing how he reached it. It was locked at this early hour! and the simple inconvenience let loose the fury of his wrath. He struck the door with his clenched fist till the blood streamed on his knuckles. It was Mrs.
As he dallied, a little aback from an open window, he heard a voice which he knew mentioning the Gourlays. It was Templandmuir who was speaking. "I see that Gourlay has lost his final appeal in that lawsuit of his," said the Templar. "D'ye tell me that?" said a strange voice. Then "Gosh, he must have lost infernal!" "Atweel has he that," said Templandmuir.
The meeting was convened, with Provost Connal in the chair and Wilson as general factotum. "You'll come down to the meeting?" said Templandmuir to Gourlay. Go to a meeting for which Wilson had sent out the bills! At another, Gourlay would have hurled his usual objurgation that he would see him condemned to eternal agonies ere he granted his request! But Templandmuir was different.
He had always yielded to Templandmuir in small things, for the sake of the quarry, which was a great thing. He yielded to him now. "Verra well," he said shortly, and rose to get his hat. When Gourlay put on his hat the shallow meanness of his brow was hid, and nothing was seen to impair his dark, strong gravity of face.
In his long sederunts with Templandmuir he would slip out to the pump, before every brew, to get water of sufficient coldness. To-night he would birl the bottle with Templandmuir as usual, till the fuddled laird should think himself a fine big fellow as being the intimate of John Gourlay and then, sober as a judge himself, he would drive him home in the small hours.
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