Part 23 (1/2)
”They will think you out of your mind, and come and take the cup from you! Do let me put it away; then you will go to sleep.”
”I will not; I can not trust you with it! You have destroyed my confidence in you! I _may_ fall asleep, but if your hand come within a foot of the cup, it will wake me! I know it will! I shall sleep with my heart in the cup, and the least touch will wake me!”
”I wish you would let Andrew Ingram come and see you, sir!”
”What's the matter with _him?_”
”Nothing's the matter with him, sir; but he helps everybody to do what is right.”
”Conceited rascal! Do you take me for a maniac that you talk such foolery?”
His look was so wild, his old blue faded eyes gleamed with such a light of mingled fear and determination, that Dawtie was almost sorry she had spoken. With trembling hands he drew the cup within the bed-clothes, and lay still. If the morning would but come, and bring George Crawford!
_He_ would restore the cup to its place, or hide it where he should know it safe and not far from him!
Dawtie sat motionless, and the old man fell into another feverish doze.
She dared not stir lest he should start away to defend his idol. She sat like an image, moving only her eyes.
”What are you about, Dawtie?” he said at length. ”You are after some mischief, you are so quiet!”
”I was telling G.o.d how good you would be if he could get you to give up your odds and ends, and take Him instead.”
”How dared you say such a thing, sitting there by my side! Are _you_ to say to _Him_ that any sinner would be good, if He would only do so and so with him! Tremble, girl, at the vengeance of the Almighty!”
”We are told to make prayers and intercessions for all men, and I was saying what I could for you.” The laird was silent, and the rest of the night pa.s.sed quietly.
His first words in the morning were:
”Go and tell your mistress I want her.”
When his daughter came, he told her to send for George Crawford. He was worse, he said, and wanted to see him.
Alexa thought it best to send Dawtie with the message by the next train.
Dawtie did not relish the mission, for she had no faith in Crawford, and did not like his influence on her master. Not the less when she reached his hotel, she insisted on seeing him and giving her message in person; which done, she made haste for the first train back: they could not do well without her! When she arrived, there was Mr. Crawford already on the platform! She set out as fast as she could, but she had not got further than half-way when he overtook her in a fly, and insisted she should get in.
CHAPTER XXVI.
GEORGE CRAWFORD AND DAWTIE.
”What is the matter with your master?” he asked.
”G.o.d knows, sir.”
”What is the use of telling me that? I want you to tell me what _you_ know.”
”I don't know anything, sir.”
”What do you think then?”