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I hastened to do as I was asked; the more readily as, what with fear and horror, and the electrical tension of the night, I was myself restless and disposed for action. I told Mary to be under no alarm, for I should be a safeguard on her father; and wrapping myself warmly in a plaid, I followed Rorie into the open air. The night, though we were so little past midsummer, was as dark as January.
"They would have to put an empty chair for you, like Banquo's." "It would be a lark," acquiesced Rorie, "but it wouldn't do; I should hear too much about it afterwards. A fellow's mother has some kind of claim upon him, you know. Now for Starlight Bess." They went into the vestibule, and Rorie opened the door, letting in a gust of wind and rain, and the scent of autumn's last ill-used flowers.
But here it is, Rorie. I hope you won't hate it very much." She put a little square packet into his hand, which he proceeded instantly to open. "I shall love it, whatever it is." "It's a portrait." "You darling! The very thing I should have asked for." "The portrait of someone you're fond of." "Someone I adore," said Rorie. He had extracted the locket from its box by this time.
Your own master." "Yes, my infancy ceased and determined at the last stroke of midnight yesterday. I wonder whether my anxious mother will recognise that fact?" "Of course you know what is going to happen at Briarwood. There is to be a grand dinner-party." "And you are coming? How jolly!" "Oh, no, Rorie. I am not out yet, you know. I shan't be for two years. Papa means to give me a season in town.
I went back again into the darkness of the house as into a place of shelter, and lay long upon my bed, pondering these mysteries. It was late when I again woke, and I leaped into my clothes and hurried to the kitchen. No one was there; Rorie and the black had both stealthily departed long before; and my heart stood still at the discovery.
The doctor and Rorie lifted her up and carried her to the gate where her horse was waiting. The doctor forced a little brandy through the locked lips, and between them Rorie and he placed her in the saddle.
Vixen thought of last night, and the long straight ride through the pine wood, the soft scented air, the young moon shining down at her, and Rorie by her side. Ah, when should she ever know such a summer night as that again? "Sit down in this low chair by me, and have a cup of tea, dear," said Mrs. Winstanley, growing more affectionate as the hour of parting drew nearer.
He was too tired to come out to-night, but I know he wants to see you." "Thanks, I'll be there," answered Rorie, and he escorted the ladies to their carriage; but not another word did Mabel speak till the brougham had driven away from Briarwood. "What a horrid young man Roderick has grown, mamma!" she remarked decisively, when they were outside the park-gates.
People, looking at the pretty pair, smiled significantly, and concluded that it would be a match, and went home and told less privileged people about the evident attachment between the Duke's daughter and the young commoner. But Rorie was not strongly drawn towards his cousin this evening. It seemed to him that she was growing more and more of a paragon; and he hated paragons.
"That will be never!" exclaimed Rorie, looking ineffably happy, but not very much like a bride-groom, in his comfortable gray suit. "You might just as well say that we are going to live among the mountains as long as Rip Van Winkle. No, Mrs. Scobel, we are not going to remain away from you fifty years. We are coming back in time for the hunting."
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