Part 65 (1/2)

At the sound of his voice Lizzy turned with a cry, and her small remaining modic.u.m of self possession vanished at sight of him round whose phantom in her bosom whirred the leaves of her withered life on the stinging blasts of her shame and sorrow. As much from inability to stand as in supplication for the coveted favour, she dropped on her knees before him, incapable of uttering a word, but holding up her child imploringly. Taken altogether by surprise, and not knowing what to say or do, the earl stood and stared for a moment, then, moved by a dull spirit of subterfuge, fell back on the pretence of knowing nothing about her.

”Well, young woman,” he said, affecting cheerfulness, ”what do you want with me? I didn't advertise for a baby. Pretty child, though!”

Lizzy turned white as death, and her whole body seemed to give a heave of agony. Clementina had just taken the child from her arms when she sunk motionless at his feet. Florimel went to the bell.

But Clementina prevented her from ringing.

”I will take her away,” she said. ”Do not expose her to your servants.

Lady Lossie, my Lord Liftore is the father of this child: and if you can marry him after the way you have seen him use its mother, you are not too good for him, and I will trouble myself no more about you.”

”I know the author of this calumny!” cried Florimel, panting and flushed. ”You have been listening to the inventions of an ungrateful dependent! You slander my guest.”

”Is it a calumny, my lord? Do I slander you?” said Lady Clementina, turning sharply upon the earl.

His lords.h.i.+p made her a cool obeisance. Clementina ran into the library, laid the child in a big chair, and returned for the mother. She was already coming a little to herself; and feeling about blindly for her baby, while Florimel and Liftore were looking out of the window, with their backs towards her. Clementina raised and led her from the room. But in the doorway she turned and said --”Goodbye, Lady Lossie. I thank you for your hospitality, but I can of course be your guest no longer.”

”Of course not. There is no occasion for prolonged leave taking,”

returned Florimel, with the air of a woman of forty.

”Florimel, you will curse the day you marry that man!” cried Clementina, and closed the door.

She hurried Lizzy to the library, put the baby in her arms, and clasped them both in her own. A gush of tears lightened the oppressed heart of the mother.

”Lat me oot o' the hoose, for G.o.d's sake!” she cried; and Clementina, almost as anxious to leave it as she, helped her down to the hall.

When she saw the open door, she rushed out of it as if escaping from the pit.

Now Malcolm, as he came from the factor's, had seen her go in with her baby in her arms, and suspected the hand of Clementina.

Wondering and anxious, but not very hopeful as to what might come of it, he waited close by; and when now he saw Lizzy dart from the house in wild perturbation, he ran from the cover of the surrounding trees into the open drive to meet her.

”Ma'colm!” groaned the poor girl, holding out her baby, ”he winna own till't. He winna alloo 'at he kens oucht aboot me or the bairn aither!”

Malcolm had taken the child from her, and was clasping him to his bosom.

”He's the warst rascal, Lizzy,” he said, ”'at ever G.o.d made an'

the deevil blaudit.”

”Na, na,” cried Lizzy; ”the likes o' him whiles kills the wuman, but he wadna du that. Na, he's nae the warst; there's a heap waur nor him.”

”Did ye see my mistress?” asked Malcolm.

”Ow ay; but she luikit sae angry at me, I cudna speyk. Him an' her 's ower thrang for her to believe onything again' him. An' what ever the bairn 's to du wantin' a father!”

”Lizzy,” said Malcolm, clasping the child again to his bosom. ”I s' be a father to yer bairn--that is, as weel's ane 'at's no yer man can be.”

And he kissed the child tenderly.

The same moment an undefined impulse--the drawing of eyes probably --made him lift his towards the house: half leaning from the open window of the boudoir above him, stood Florimel and Liftore; and just as he looked up, Liftore was turning to Florimel with a smile that seemed to say--”There! I told you so! He is the father himself.”