Part 22 (2/2)

”There is a quirk in this,” he said at last, ”that I don't like. Take back your ring, la.s.sie. Mr. Dishart, give Nanny your arm, and I'll carry her box to the machine.”

Now all this time Gavin had been in the dire distress of a man possessed of two minds, of which one said, ”This is a true woman,” and the other, ”Remember the seventeenth of October.” They were at war within him, and he knew that he must take a side, yet no sooner had he cast one out than he invited it back. He did not answer the doctor.

”Unless,” McQueen said, nettled by his hesitation, ”you trust this woman's word.”

Gavin tried honestly to weigh those two minds against each other, but could not prevent impulse jumping into one of the scales.

”You do trust me,” the Egyptian said, with wet eyes; and now that he looked on her again--

”Yes,” he said firmly, ”I trust you,” and the words that had been so difficult to say were the right words. He had no more doubt of it.

”Just think a moment first,” the doctor warned him. ”I decline to have anything to do with this matter. You will go to the Kaims for the siller?”

”If it is necessary,” said Gavin.

”It is necessary,” the Egyptian said.

”Then I will go.”

Nanny took his hand timidly, and would have kissed it had he been less than a minister.

”You dare not, man,” the doctor said gruffly, ”make an appointment with this gypsy. Think of what will be said in Thrums.”

I honour Gavin for the way in which he took this warning. For him, who was watched from the rising of his congregation to their lying down, whose every movement was expected to be a text to Thrums, it was no small thing that he had promised. This he knew, but he only reddened because the doctor had implied an offensive thing in a woman's presence.

”You forget yourself, doctor,” he said sharply.

”Send some one in your place,” advised the doctor, who liked the little minister.

”He must come himself and alone,” said the Egyptian. ”You must both give me your promise not to mention who is Nanny's friend, and she must promise too.”

”Well,” said the doctor, b.u.t.toning up his coat, ”I cannot keep my horse freezing any longer. Remember, Mr. Dishart, you take the sole responsibility of this.”

”I do,” said Gavin, ”and with the utmost confidence.”

”Give him the ring then, la.s.sie,” said McQueen.

She handed the minister the ring, but he would not take it.

”I have your word,” he said; ”that is sufficient.”

Then the Egyptian gave him the first look that he could think of afterwards without misgivings.

”So be it,” said the doctor. ”Get the money, and I will say nothing about it, unless I have reason to think that it has been dishonestly come by. Don't look so frightened at me, Nanny. I hope for your sake that her stocking-foot is full of gold.”

”Surely it's worth risking,” Nanny said, not very brightly, ”when the minister's on her side.”

”Ay, but on whose side, Nanny?” asked the doctor. ”La.s.sie, I bear you no grudge; will you not tell me who you are?”

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