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An hour after, when she was all alone in the little parlour, lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, she heard entering a well-known step. It was Harold Gwynne's. He looked much agitated; at first he drew back, as though fearing to approach; then he came up, and took her hand very tenderly. "Alas, Miss Rothesay, what can I say to you?"
'Tis but the tread of some wild boar or prowling wolf." "Not so," said Aasta; "they are the footsteps of the fair-haired youth who came with you in Earl Kenric's ship from Dumbarton." "Harald of Islay! He?" "Even so," said Aasta. "Two hours ago he escaped by stealth from the castle of Rothesay. He is now seeking the means of flying from the island.
"Is she coming up at all?" said Rothesay quietly, speaking in a low voice. "No, sir," answered Jensen steadily, but looking straight before him; "she did come up a point or so a little while back, but fell off again; but the wind keeps pretty steady, sir." Rothesay stood by him irresolutely, debating within himself. Then he walked up to the mate. "Mr.
Rothesay trusted implicitly in all things to her daughter's stronger mind, and was never troubled by thinking or acting for herself in any one thing. This may seem a new picture of the maternal and filial bond, but it is frequently true.
But her firm step and firm clasp seemed to soothe almost force him into composure. She had over him at once a mother's influence and a father's control. Meanwhile, Captain Rothesay busied, or seemed to busy himself, with his numerous letters, and very wisely kept nearly out of sight. As soon as her son appeared a little recovered from his vexation, Mrs. Gwynne said,
She was a noble woman." "Really, Angus, I shall grow jealous," said Mrs. Rothesay, half in jest, half in earnest. "She must have been an old love of yours." Her husband frowned. "Folly, Sybilla! She was a woman, and I a schoolboy!" And yet the words galled him, for they were not far off the truth.
Thither Elspie followed him. "Ye maun tell her the truth I daurna. Ye will!" and she clutched his arm with eager anxiety. "An' oh! for Gudesake, say it safyly, kindly." He shook her off with an uneasy look. He had never felt in a more disagreeable position. Mrs. Rothesay called him back again. "I think, doctor, her features are improving. She will certainly be a beauty.
They had a pleasant evening, all three together; for Mrs. Rothesay, knowing that Harold was lonely since his mother and Ailie had gone away on a week's visit prevailed upon him to stay. He read to them Mrs. Rothesay was fond of hearing him read; and to Olive the world's richest music was in his deep, pathetic voice, more especially when reading, as he did now, with great earnestness and emotion.
"She is gone to bed;" and Olive paused, uncertain whether she should tell him that her mamma was ill. Again there was a silence during which, do what he would, Captain Rothesay could not keep his eyes from the earnest, wistful, entreating gaze of his "little Olive." At last, he lifted her on his knee, and took her face between his two hands, saying, in a smothered tone,
If I grow very rich, mamma, we shall soon pay off this debt, and then we shall never hear any more of Harold Gwynne. Oh! how happy that would be!" The letter went, and an answer arrived in due form, not to Mrs., but to Miss Rothesay: "Madam, I thank you for your letter, and have pleasure in cancelling a portion of my claim.
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