Part 16 (2/2)
”Is he in London, then?”
”Yes, my lady. He believed too much to please the presbytery, and they turned him out.”
”I should like to see him. He was very attentive to my father on his death bed.”
”Your ladys.h.i.+p will never know till you are dead yourself what Mr Graham did for my lord.”
”What do you mean? What could he do for him?”
”He helped him through sore trouble of mind, my lady.”
Florimel was silent for a little, then repeated, ”I should like to see him. I ought to pay him some attention. Couldn't I make them give him his school again?”
”I don't know about that, my lady; but I am sure he would not take it against the will of the presbytery.”
”I should like to do something for him. Ask him to call.”
”If your ladys.h.i.+p lays your commands upon me,” answered Malcolm; ”otherwise I would rather not.”
”Why so, pray?”
”Because, except he can be of any use to you, he will not come.”
”But I want to be of use to him.”
”How, if I may ask, my lady?”
”That I can't exactly say on the spur of the moment. I must know the man first--especially if you are right in supposing he would not enjoy a victory over the presbytery. I should. He wouldn't take money, I fear.”
”Except it came of love or work, he would put it from him as he would brush the dust from his coat.”
”I could introduce him to good society. That is no small privilege to one of his station.”
”He has more of that and better than your ladys.h.i.+p could give him.
He holds company with Socrates and St. Paul, and greater still.”
”But they're not like living people.”
”Very like them, my lady--only far better company in general.
But Mr Graham would leave Plato himself--yes, or St. Paul either, though he were sitting beside him in the flesh, to go and help any old washerwoman that wanted him.”
”Then I want him.”
”No, my lady, you don't want him.”
”How dare you say so?”
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