Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-07
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what it would mean. | hadn't had time to
think. If l had any ideas on the subject,
l suppose vaguely imagined myself keeping
to myself 1t didn't somehow occur to me
that I'd have to associate with you all. |
thought-wel1, l hardly know what l
thought. But then you introduced me to
your uncle, the Dean of Something or other
Il don't even know what Dean is, except
that it's some kind of parsor), and your
cousin, Captain MacRimmon, pretty
smart officer, reckon: he looks it, and acts
it. And it's clear that in manners and every
thing else you would think makes man he's
as much above me as he feels. Then there's
that girl too. She was very good, and took
pains to amuse me and put me at ease. But
that's part of the trouble. 1 don't want
to be amused. 1 don't want to feel at ease
here. l can't stick it out, Lady Daura!
If there's no hotel can live in-why, there
must be some cottage where they'd give me
a bed and bite to eat 1t would probably
seem palace to me, compared with some
of the shacks where I've hung out. Any
how, I'd be lot more comfortable than
here, among your sort of people, where I'm
like fish out of water. Why, l haven't
even got any evening clothes Good Lord!
on man hunt, not to play at being in
society,""
nAURA felt actually sorry for him,-for
- him whom she doomed to the Black
Breton room; for him who was to be @whistled
down the wind" when she was done with
him, and George saved.
II understand what you feel" she said;
@but-but you exaggerate everything. l
want you to stay. hold you to your prom
Use. You sha'n't regret it. OF course you
didn't bring evening clothes. Never mind
the reason: we won't think of that. Suf-
we've had enough evil today. Why, you
have the right, through your mother, to the
Cameron tartan! You can motor to Portree
and fit yourself out splendidly."
@Me, in the kilt" he laughed scornfully-
or shyly.
4Why not? Aren't you proud of the
Highland blood that gives you right to
wear it?'
u was proud, in old days when my mother
was alive, and used to spout SCOTS poetry,
and tell us stories of Scottish history; but
1 seem to have passed away from all that.
Life took hold of me, and made me into
someone she'd never recognize. l don't
wonder, though" and his eyes travelled
and dim tapestries, u don't wonder you're
proud of your blood. 1t means something
here"
Cant it mean something to you too?"
He flushed at might I'd let it."
"Well-let it, then. Oh, l know what's
in your mind You're here for purpose,
and in way we're enemies. But you've
promised me-and yourself too-that you'll
wait till George is strong, before you try and
carry out that purpose. Can't you forget
till then-and be HUMANE"
For an instant Troy did not answer. Then
his eyes came down from the high-hung
banners and fixed themselves on her face.
3The danger to me is he said, that l
may be too human and want to forget.
But 1 sha'n't do it! Nothing shall make
mel"
well take that for granted. But now-for
the next few days-while you're waiting
mayn't you forget? After all, your not our
enemy. Your-business with George is with
him. Forget till you need to remember.
ask no more-except that you won't break
your promise about staying"
IF you count it as a promise and hold me
to it, it's got to stand he said. 4If you
won't let me off now I've told you the truth,
I'll do the best can among you all. III go
over to Portree, and come back a High