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What would you do if you knew that he was he, and that you were only you?" "It's your meeserable conscience of a Church-going Scot," commiserated Traquair, not without indignation. "What would a Campbell have done? He'd have had himself made a judge in the land, and he'd have condemned the pretender to the gallows out of hand, my dear out of hand!" She shook her head at him as at a naughty child.
Next day Traquair mounted his horse, and "Traquair has riden up Chaplehope, An' sae has he doun by the Grey-Mare's-Tail; He never stinted the light gallop, Until he speered for Christie's Will."
"Well," said McTavish again, "there's no use crying over spilt milk. But is your conscience up to a heavy load?" "'Tis a meeserable vehicle at best," protested Traquair. "You must pretend," said McTavish, "that you have not yet told me." "Ah!" Traquair exclaimed. "You wish to think it over." "I do," said McTavish. Both were silent for some moments.
"Then why have you told me?" he asked. "Because," said Traquair grandly, "it is Miss McTavish's resolution to make no opposition to your claim." "I see; I am to become 'The' without a fight." "Precisely," said Traquair. "Well, discretionary powers as to informing me of this were given you, as I understand, Mr. Traquair?" "They were," said Traquair.
All day he drove about, far into the country, and kept urging the driver to use greater speed. He was in a strange state of hurry and elation. Finally, he dined at a little country inn; and this gave the measure of his disturbance the dinner was atrocious. Returning late in the evening he found a note written by Traquair.
"You have made up your mind, then," said Traquair, "to claim your own?" "By no means yet," said McTavish. "I was only speculating. It's all in the air. Suppose uncle, that Miss MacNish throws me down!" "Throws you down!" Traquair was shocked. "Well," said McTavish humbly, "you told me to charge." "To charge," said Traquair testily, "but not to grapple."
I am sorry that my learned friends at the bar have not been able to relieve me of my scruples." "Stupid fules," muttered Will; "but I'll relieve ye, my Lord Durie. The Traquair case being the last called that day, the court broke up, and the judges, followed still by the eye of Christie's Will, retired into the robing-room to take off their wigs and gowns.
"There's another thing that I am not sure that I am very caring for. She she sends me errands." "Obey her, then, as is your bounden duty," said Traquair. "Ay, but wait till I tell ye," says the boy. "If I was to see you I was to hide." Montroymont sighed. "Well, and that's good of her too," said he.
And what was childhood, wanting you?" If Louis lacked brothers and sisters he had no dearth of cousins, fifty in all they numbered, many of them near his own age. Alan Stevenson, Henrietta and Willie Traquair seem to have been his favorite chums at Colinton.
"Really!" muttered Swithin; "what's that to you?" He appeared at dinner that night, but fell asleep over his coffee. Neither Traquair nor James asked him any further question, nor did they allude to Salzburg; and during the four days which concluded the stay in Venice Swithin went about with his head up, but his eyes half-closed like a dazed man.
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