Part 8 (2/2)

--or was it not rather a justice which her deeper and truer self had a right to demand of him? At present, however, he need not attempt to answer the question. Communication even such as a trusted groom might have with her, and familiarity with her surroundings, would probably reveal much. Meantime it was enough that he would now be so near her that no important change of which others might be aware, could well approach her without his knowledge, or anything take place without his being able to interfere if necessary.

CHAPTER XIII: TWO CONVERSATIONS

The next day Wallis came to see Malcolm and take him to the tailor's.

They talked about the guests of the previous evening.

”There's a great change on Lord Meikleham,” said Malcolm.

”There is that,” said Wallis. ”I consider him much improved. But you see he's succeeded; he's the earl now, and Lord Liftore--and a menseful, broad shouldered man to the boot of the bargain. He used to be such a windle straw!”

In order to speak good English, Wallis now and then, like some Scotch people of better education, anglicized a word ludicrously.

”Is there no news of his marriage?” asked Malcolm, adding, ”they say he has great property.”

”My love she's but a la.s.sie yet,” said Wallis, ”--though she too has changed quite as much as my lord.”

”Who are you speaking of?” asked Malcolm, anxious to hear the talk of the household on the matter.

”Why, Lady Lossie, of course. Anybody with half an eye can see as much as that.”

”Is it settled then?”

”That would be hard to say. Her ladys.h.i.+p is too like her father: no one can tell what may be her mind the next minute. But, as I say, she's young, and ought to have her fling first--so far, that is, as we can permit it to a woman of her rank. Still, as I say, anybody with half an eye can see the end of it all: he's for ever hovering about her. My lady, too, has set her mind on it, and for my part I can't see what better she can do. I must say I approve of the match. I can see no possible objection to it.”

”We used to think he drank too much,” suggested Malcolm.

”Claret,” said Wallis, in a tone that seemed to imply no one could drink too much of that.

”No, not claret only. I've seen the whisky follow the claret.”

”Well, he don't now--not whisky at least. He don't drink too much--not much too much--not more than a gentleman should. He don't look like it--does he now? A good wife, such as my Lady Lossie will make him, will soon set him all right. I think of taking a similar protection myself, one of these days.”

”He is not worthy of her,” said Malcolm.

”Well, I confess his family won't compare with hers. There's a grandfather in it somewhere that was a banker or a brewer or a soap boiler, or something of the sort, and she and her people have been earls and marquises ever since they walked arm in arm out of the ark. But, bless you! all that's been changed since I came to town.

So long as there's plenty of money and the mind to spend it, we have learned not to be exclusive. It's selfish that. It's not Christian.

Everything lies in the mind to spend it though. Mrs Tredger-- that's our lady's maid--only this is a secret--says it's all settled--she knows it for certain fact--only there's nothing to be said about it yet--she's so young, you know.”

”Who was the man that sat nearly opposite my lady, on the other side of the table?” asked Malcolm.

”I know who you mean. Didn't look as if he'd got any business there --not like the rest of them, did he? No, they never do. Odd and end sort of people like he is, never do look the right thing-- let them try ever so hard. How can they when they ain't it? That's a fellow that's painting Lady Lossie's portrait! Why he should be asked to dinner for that, I'm sure I can't tell. He ain't paid for it in victuals, is he? I never saw such land leapers let into Lossie House, I know! But London's an awful place. There's no such a thing as respect of persons here. Here you meet the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, any night in my lady's drawing room.

I declare to you, Mawlcolm MacPhail, it makes me quite uncomfortable at times to think who I may have been waiting upon without knowing it. For that painter fellow, Lenorme they call him, I could knock him on the teeth with the dish every time I hold it to him. And to see him stare at Lady Lossie as he does!”

”A painter must want to get a right good hold of the face he's got to paint,” said Malcolm. ”Is he here often?”

”He's been here five or six times already,” answered Wallis, ”and how many times more I may have to fill his gla.s.s, I don't know. I always give him second best sherry, I know. I'm sure the time that pictur' 's been on hand! He ought to be ashamed of himself. If she's been once to his studio, she's been twenty times--to give him sittings as they call it. He's making a pretty penny of it, I'll be bound! I wonder he has the cheek to show himself when my lady treats him so haughtily. But those sort of people have no proper feelin's, you see: it's not to be expected of such.”

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