Part 47 (1/2)

Jane McCray did not speak, but her comely face was raised to her husband's, and a few bright tears fell from her eyes as she returned his loving kiss.

”I should be a happy woman if it were not for that poor bairn,” said Jane. ”She believes it, though I scolded her, and told her how cruel and false it all was, and that my own dear, sweet lady--”

”Hoot, la.s.sie! ye're getting excited. The puir child has said 'yes' to his lords.h.i.+p at last, and they're to be married. Marriages air made in heaven, la.s.sie, so let's hope it's all for the best.”

”For the best!” sobbed Jane McCray, wringing her hands. ”Oh!

Alexander, dear husband! can't we stop it, for I foresee all sorts of misery and unhappiness for them both in the days to come; and it's cruel--cruel to force the poor child!”

”Nay, my la.s.sie, but it is na force. She is only giving way to Sir Mooray's wishes, and if my laird here were a proper man, I wad na say a word. But there, he's gane to town for some days--till the wedding time, noo--and the sooner its ower the better. Peter tells me that the puir bairn met young Norton, when they were oot laist, and he tried to speak to her, but she turned her head, and cantered on.”

Jane groaned, and wrung her hands. ”I wish I was in my grave, sooner than see it all come to pa.s.s,” she sobbed.

”Weel, it's perhaps a sair potion to swaller, Jenny; but be a woman.

What does the puir bairn say?”

”Say? Nothing; only goes about the place pale and wan, with her poor heart breaking,” said the housekeeper; ”and when that creature--”

”Hoot, la.s.sie! what creature?” said McCray.

”That popinjay lord,” said Jane scornfully. ”When--”

”Gude save us, la.s.sie! dinna ye ken yer catechism: 'order yersel' lowly and reverently to a' yer betters;' and that's na ordering yersel' lowly and reverently.”

”When I've seen him take hold of her, as if she was his property that he had bought, and stroke her hair and kiss her, the poor thing has shuddered; and once she struggled from him, and came to me to take care of her--for she only sees him with me in the room--and as soon as he'd gone she sobbed, as if her heart would break.”

”Puir bairn,” said McCray; ”but he's gane noo, and she'll ha'e a respite.”

”Respite, indeed!” said his wife angrily. ”It puts me in mind of the old time--over five-and-twenty years ago--when my poor dear lady was all low and desponding because, at the wish of old Master and Mrs Elstree, she had accepted Sir Murray; and there she was with her cousin, Mrs Norton, you know, sobbing her poor eyes--I mean heart--away. I declare, whether it's wrong or right, Alexander, that if that poor young man--no!

poor? nonsense: he's better off a deal than my fine lord, and as brave as he's high--”

”That's a true word, la.s.sie,” said McCray, who was having his evening pipe and tumbler of whisky and water, his day's duties being ended.

”If that Mr Norton came to me and asked me to help him to run away with the child, I'd help him to the best of my power.”

”Nay--nay--nay! your tongue's gane wild, la.s.sie.”

”Wouldn't you, then?” said Mrs McCray.

”Weel, I'll na say,” said the cautious Scot. ”Ye see, la.s.sie, there's for and against; and in spite of a' ye say about crule suspeeshons, I think, as I said before, that it's our duty to all we know to haud our peace and let matters tak' their course.”

And matters were taking their course rapidly; for as time pa.s.sed on, Brace Norton roamed the lanes like the ghost of his former self; but never once did he meet poor Isa.

The wedding-day was fixed, and the dresses were ordered, and once more Merland was to be the scene of festivity and rejoicing. After the wedding Lord and Lady Maudlaine, people said, were to start for the Continent, and Sir Murray intended to go alone to Italy to reside, while the Castle was to be the home of my lord and my lady.

”And you'll have fine doings there, I suppose,” said one of two strange men who had come down to stay at old Chunt's inn--surveyors they said they were, perhaps connected with the working on the marsh.

”Yes,” said Chunt, who was stout now, and hardly ever left his chair; ”the Castle will be again what it ought to be, for the new master, they say, can make the s.h.i.+ners fly. I see he's come down again.”

”Yes,” said one of the men, taking his pipe from his month; ”I see he's come down.”

”Ah, you know him, do you?” said Chunt.