LI B RAR.Y OF THL U N IVERSITY Of ILLI NOIS BSGst p;^£V_rTL. h , ^^. £/^Ke(Hm i^rerger, fjl.©. / yV^. C/e^ ''I"" "'!("" 'I|ii" 'i|(i" i||ii" i|!!"^'^"#^ ^\o.(. STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON! a Kobel. WILLIAM BLACK, AUTHOR OF A DAIGHTER OF HETH," " MACLEOD OF DARE," ETC. ry THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON: SAlirSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE, & RIYINGTON, LIMITED St. IBunstau's |i?oitsr, Fetter Lane, Fleet Street, F.C. 1890. [All rights reieroed.'] »Dfv\ : I.OWK.'" > ^?3 v.l « CONTENTS OF VOL, I. CIUTTER PACK i I. The Wandekers .;. ... ... 1 ^ IT. Keighbours ... ... ... 31 III. Av Al'I'ROACH ... ... ... ()8 IV. Stalled Ox and a Dinner of Herbs lOfi y. Qu' HON C you to quarrel with me, Vin; and I bring a flag of truce; and honourable proposals. I saw j^ou were offended with me last evening ; and perhaps I was a little selfish in refusing your invitation; but you see I confess the error of my ways, for here I am begging you to ask me again." *' Oh, if you put it that way, aunt — " " Oh, no, I don't put it that way ! " she said. " Not if yon speak like that. Come, be amiable ! I've just been talking to Lord Musselburgh — " "And, of course, you crammed all your wild ideas into his head ! " he exclaimed. " Whoever heard of poor me having ideas ! " she said, with a winning good-humour to which he could not but yield. "It isn't for me to have ideas ; but I may have prejudices ; and I'm going to leave them all on board the Villeggiatura this evening, if you say yes." " Of course I say yes — when you aie like yourself, aunt," he responded at once, "and I shall be very glad indeed. And what is more," said he, in a still lower tone, " when you have really met — certain people — and when you have to confess that you have been unjust, I don't mean to triumph over 236 STAND FAST, CRAIG-ROYSTON ! you. Not a bit. If you have done any injustice, you know yourself liow to make it up — to them. Now that's all right and settled : and I'm really glad you're coming. Seven o'clock ; and the dress you've got on." " Oh, but, mind you," said she, " you don't seem to appreciate my goodness in humbling myself so as to pacify your honourable worship. Do you know what I shall have to do besides ? How am I to explain to the Lawrences my running away from their party ? And here is Lord Musselburgh come down; and the Drexel girls are expected; so you •see what I am doing for you, Yin — " "You're always good to me, aunt — when you choose to be reasonable and exercise your common-sense — " " Common-sense ! " she retorted, with a malicious laugh in her eyes. Then she said, quite seriously : " Very well, Vin : seven o'clock : that is an excellent hour, leaving us all a nice long evening ; for I must get back to the Villeggiatura early." And so that was all well and amicably settled. 3vit Master Vin, though young in years, had not tumbled about the world for nothing ; and a little a-eflection convinced him that his pretty aunt's CLAIRE FOXTAIXE. 237 change of purpose — her abandonment of her resolve to remain discreetly aloof — had not been prompted solely, if at all, by her wish to have that little misunderstanding between him and her removed. That could have been done at any time; a few words of apology and appeal, and there an end. This humble seeking for an invitation which she had definitely refused the day before meant more than that ; it meant that she had resolved to find out something further about these strangers. Very well, then, she was welcome : at the same time he was resolved to receive this second visit not as he had received the first. He was no longer anxious about the impression these two friends of his might produce on this the first of his relatives to meet them. She might form any opinion she chose : he was indifferent. Nay, he would stand by them on every point ; and justify them ; and defy criticism. If he had dared he would have gone to Maisrie and said : " My aunt is coming to dinner to-night ; but I will not allow you to submit yourself to any ordeal of inspection. You shall dress as you like, as care- lessly or as neatly as you like ; you shall wear your hair hanging down your back or braided up, without 238 STAND FAST, CRAIG-ROYSTON ! any thought of her; you shall be as silent as you wish — and leave her, if she chooses, to call you •stupid, or shy, or sulky, or anything else." And he Avould have gone to the old man and said : " Talk as much and as long as ever you have a mind; you cannot babble o' green fields too dis- cursively for me ; I, at all events, am sufficiently interested in your claims of proud lineage, in your enthusiasm about Scotland and Scottish song, in your reminiscences of many lands. Be as self- complacent and pompous as you please ; fear nothing ; fear criticism least of all." And perhaps, in like manner, he would have addressed Mrs. Ellison herself: "My dear aunt, it is not they who are on their trial, it is you. It is you who have to show whether you have the courage of honest judgment, or are the mere slave of social custom ^nd forms." For perhaps he, too, had imbibed a little of the " Stand Fast, Craig Fioyston ! " spirit ? Bravado may be catching — especially where an innocent and interesting young creature of eighteen •or so is in danger of being exposed to some deadly approach. Of course this carelessly defiant attitude did not CLAIRE FONTAINE. 239 prevent his being secretly pleased when, as seven o'clock drew near, lie perceived that Maisrie Bethime had arranged herself in an extremely 'pretty, if clearly inexpensive, costume ; and also he was in no wise chagrined to find that ^Irs. Ellison, on her arrival, appeared to be in a very amiable mood. There was no need to ask her " come ye in peace here, or come ye in war ? " : her manner was most bland ; in particular she was adroitly flattering and fascinating towards old George Bethune, who accepted these little attentions from the charming widow with a grave and consequential dignity. The young host refused to sit at the head of the table ; he had the places arranged two and two— Mrs. Ellison, of course, as the greater stranger and the elder woman, on his right, and Maisrie opposite to him. During the general dinner-talk, which was mostly about the crowd, and the races, and the dresses, Mrs. Ellison casually informed her nephew that she had that afternoon won two bets, and also discovered that she and Lord Musselburgh were to meet at the same house in Scotland the coming autumn : perhaps this was the explanation of her extreme and obvious good humour. 240 STAND FAST, CRAIG-KOYSTOX ! And if any deep and sinister design underlay tliis excessive amiability on her part, it was successfully concealed ; meantime all was pleasantness and peace ; and the old gentleman, encouraged by her artless confidences, spoke more freely and frankly about the circumstances of himself and his grand- daughter than was his wont. "I see some of the papers are indignant about what they call the vulgar display of wealth at Hen- ley regatta," the young widow was saying, in a very unconcerned and easy fashion; "but I wish those gentlemen would remember that there is such a thing as imputation of motives, and that imputing motives is a common resource of envy. If I have a house-boat, and try to make it as pretty as ever I can, both inside and out, why should that be considered display of wealth — display of any sort ? I like nice things and comfortable things around me ; I don't mind confessing it ; I am a selfish woman — " " There are some who know better, aunt," her nephew interposed. " Young gentleman," said she, promptly, " your evidence isn't worth anything, for you have expecta- tion". And I am not to be flattered. I admit that CLAIRE FONTAINE. 241 I am a selfish and comfort-loving woman ; and I like to see pretty things around me, and an abun- dance of them ; and if I can only have these at the cost of being charged with ostentation and display, very well, I will pay the price. If it comes to that, I never saw anything beautiful or desirable in poverty. Poverty is not beautiful ; never was, never is, never will be beautiful ; it is base and squalid and sordid; it demeans men's minds, and stunts their bodies. I dare say poverty is an excellent discipline — for the rich, if they would only submit to a six months' dose of it now and again ; but it is not a discipline at all for the poor ; it is a curse ; it is the most cruel and baleful thing in the world, destroying self-respect, destroying hope, ambition, everything. Oh, I know the heresy I'm talking. There's Master Vin's papa : he is never done preach- ing the divine attributes of poverty ; and I have no doubt there are a good many others who would be content to fall down and worship la homie deesse de la pauvrete — on £30,000 a year ! " Master Vin sniggered : he was aware that this was not the only direction in which the principles of the philosopber of Grosvenor Place were somewhat VOL. I. R 242 -STAND FAST, CRAIG-ROYSTON ! inconsistent with his practice. However, it was old George Bethune who now spoke — as one having experience. " I quite agree," said he to Mrs. Ellison. " I can conceive of nothing more demoralising to the nature of man or woman than harsh and hopeless poverty, a slavery from which there is no prospect of escape. My granddaughter and I have known what it is to be poor ; we know it now ; but in our case every day brings possibilities — we breathe a wider air, know- ing that at any moment news may come. Then fancy plays her part ; and imagination can brighten the next day for us, if the present be dark enough. Hopeless poverty — that is the terrible thing ; the weary toil leading to nothing ; perhaps the unfor- tunate wretch sinking deeper and deeper into the Slough of Despond. Maisrie and I have met with trials ; but we have borne them with a stout heart ; and perhaps we have been cheered — at least I know I have been — by some distant prospect of the Bonnie Mill-dams o' Balloray, and a happier future for us both." " Balloray ? " she repeated, inquiringly. "Balloray, in Fife. Perhaps you have never CL.iIRE FONTAINE. 243 beard of the Balloray law-suit, and I will not inflict any history of it upon you at present," he continued, with lofty complaisance. " I was merely saying that poverty is not so hard to bear when there are brighter possibilities always before you. If, in our case, we are barred in law by the Statute of Limi- tations, there is no Statute of Limitations in the chapter of accidents. And some remarkable in- stances have occurred. I remember one in which a father, two sons, and a daughter were all drowned at once by the sinking of a ship, and the property went bodily over to the younger branch of the family, who had been penniless for years. It is the unexpected that happens, according to the saying ; and so we move from day to day towards fresh possibilities ; and who can tell what morning may not bring us a summons to make straight for the Kingdom of Fife ? Not for myself do I care ; I am too old now ; it is for my granddaughter here ; and I should pass happily away and contented if I could leave her in sole and undisputed possession of the ancient lands of the Bethuues of Balloray." What pang was this that shot through Vincent's heart ? He suddenly saw Maisrie removed from 244 STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON ! him — a great heiress — unapproachable — guarded by this old man with his unconquerable pride of lineage and birth. She might not forget old friends; but he? The Harris family had plenty of money ; but they had nothing to add to the fesse between three mascles, or, and the otter's head ; nor had any of their ancestors, so far as was known, accompanied Margaret of Scotland on her marriage with the Danphin of France, or taken arms along with the great Maximilien de Bethune, due de Sully. In imagination the young man saw himself a lonely pedestrian in Fifeshire, regarding from a distance a vast baronial building set amid black Scotch firs and lighter larches, and not daring even to draw near the great gate with the otter's head n stone over the archway. He saw the horses being brought round to the front entrance — a beautiful white Arab and a^sturdy cob : the hall door opens — the heiress of Balloray descends the wide stone steps — she is assisted to mount, and pats that beautiful white creature on the neck. And will she presently come cantering by — her long hair flowing to the winds, as fair as it used to be in the olden days when the shifting lights and mists of Hyde Park CLAIRE FONTAINE. 245 gave it ever- varying hues? Can he steal aside somewhere ? — he has no desire to claim recogni- tion ! She has forgotten the time when, in the humble lodgings she used to sing " Je ne puis rien donner, qu' mon eoeur en manage" ; she has wide domains now; and wears an ancient historic name. And so she goes along the white highway, and under the swaying boughs of the beeches, until she is lost in a confusion of green and gold . . . "And in the meantime," said Mrs. Ellison (Vincent started : had that bewildering and far-reaching vision been revealed to him all in one brief, breath- less second?) "in the meantime, Mr. Betbune, you must derive a great deal of comfort and solace from your literary labours." " My literary labours," said the old man, slowly and absently, " I am sorry to say, are mostly per- functory and mechanical. They occupy attention and pass the time, however ; and that is much. Perhaps I have written one or two small things which may survive me for a year or two ; but if that should be so, it will be owing, not to any merit of their own, but to the patriotism of my countrymen. Nay, I have much to be thankful for,", he continued, 246 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTON ! in the same resigned fashion. " I have been spared much. If I had been a famous author in my younger days, I shoiild now be reading the things I had written then with the knowledge that I was their only reader. I should be thinking of my contem- poraries and saying 'At one time people spoke of me as now they are speaking of you.' It is a kind of sad thing for a man to outlive his fame ; for the public is a fickle-minded creature, and must have new distractions; but now I cannot complain of being forgotten, for I never did anything deserving of being remembered." " Grrandfather," said Maisrie, " surely it is unfair of you to talk like that ! Think of the many friends you have made through your writings." " Scotch friends, Maisrie, Scotch friends," he said. "I admit that. The Scotch are not among the forgetful ones of the earth. If you want to be made much of," he said, turning to Mrs. Ellison, " if you want to be regarded with a constant afiection and gratitude, and to have your writings remembered and repeated, by the lasses at the kirn, by the ploughman in the field, by gentle and simple alike, then you must contrive to be born in Scotland. CLAIEE FONTAINE. 247 The Scottish heart beats warm, and is constant. If there is a bit of heather or a blue-bell placed on my grave, it will be by the hand of a kindly Scot." Dinner over, they went out and sate in the cool twilight and had coffee, while the steward was clearing away within. Mrs. Ellison, faithful to her promise to Lord Musselburgh, said she had not long to stay ; but her nephew, having a certain scheme in his mind, would not let her go just yet ; and by and bye, when the saloon had been lit up, he asked her, in a casual kind of fashion, whether before she went she would not like to hear Miss Bethune sing something. " Oh, I should like it of all things ! " she replied instantly, with a reckless disregard of truth. Maisrie glanced at her grandfather. " Yes, certainly — why not ? " said he. " Then," said their young host, " I propose we go in to the saloon again ; it will be quieter." For there was still a plash of oars on the river, and an echoing call of voices in the meadows beyond. When they had returned into the saloon, Maisrie took up her violin ; and Mrs. Ellison bravely endeavoured to assume an air of interested ex- 248 STAND FAST, CKAIG-KOYSTON ! pectancy. The fact was she disliked the whole proceeding ; here would be some mere exhibition of a schoolgirl's showy accomplishments ; she would have to say nice things ; and she hated telling lies — when nothing was to be gained. Maisrie made some little apology ; but said that perhaps Mrs. Ellison had not heard the Claire Fontaine, which is a favourite song of the Canadians. Then she drew her bow across the strings. Vincent need not have been so anxious. Hardly had Maisrie begun with "A la claire fontaine, M'en allant promener — " than Mrs. Ellison's air of forced attention instantly vanished ; she seemed surprised ; she listened in a wondering kind of way to the low, clear tones of the girl's voice that were so curiously sincere and penetrating and simple. Not a schoolgirl's showing off, this; but a kind of speech, that reached the heart. " Sur la plus haute hranche Le rossignol chantait. Chante, rossignol, chante, Toi qui as le coeur gai. Lui ya longtemps que je faime, Jamais je ne foublierai." CLAIRE FONTAINE. 249 Did she notice the soft dwelling on the rs, Vincent asked himself; and had she ever heard anything so strangely fascinating? Then the simple pathos of the story — if there was any story — " Chante, rossignoJ, chante, Toi qui as le cceur gai ; Tu as le cceur a rire, Moije I'ai-t-a pleurer. Tu as le cceur a rire, Moi je Vai-t-a pleurer : J^ai perdu ma maitresse Sans Vavoir merite. Lui ya longtemps que je t^q,ime. Jamais je ne t'oublierai." "That is enough," said Maisrie, with a smile, and she laid the violin in her lap. " It is too long. You never hear it sung altogether in Canada — only a verse here and there — or perhaps merely the refrain — " " But is there more ? — oh, please sing the rest of it — it is delightful — so quaint, and simple, and charming ! " Mrs. Ellison exclaimed ; and Master Vin was a proud and glad young man ; he knew that Maisrie had all unaided struck home. The girl took up her violin again, and resumed : 250 STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON ! " tPai perdu ma maitresse Sans Tavoir merite. Pour un bouquet de roses Quej'e lui refusal. Pour un bouquet de roses Que j'e lui refusal. Je voudrais que la rose Put encore au rosier. Je voudrais que la rose Put encore au rosier, Et moi et ma maitresse Pans les mem's amities. Lui ya longtemps que je t'aime, Jamais je ne foublierai ! " Well, when the singing, if it could be called singing, was over, Mrs. Ellison made the usual little compliments, which nobody minded one way or the other. But presently she had to leave ; and while she was being rowed up the river by her nephew she was silent. When they reached the Villeggiatura (the people were all outside, amid the confused light of the lanterns in the dusk) she said to him, in a low voice, as she bade him good-bye — "Vin, let me whisper something to you — a confession. Claire Fontaine has done for me. That girl is a good girl. She is all right, anyway."^ ( 251 ) CHAPTEE YIII. AN ALARM. On a certain still, clear, moonlight night a dog- cart containing two young men was being driven away from the little town of Mendover, out into the wide, white, silent country. The driver was Lord Musselburgh, and he seemed in high spirits, talking to his companion almost continuously, while he kept the stout little cob going at a rattling pace. " I am more pleased than I can tell you," he was saying, " Quite a triumph ! Why, you took to it as a duck takes to water. Of course there's some- thino- in having a responsive audience; and you can always get a noble band of patriots to cheer your proposal for a progressive income-tax when not one in ten of them has any income-tax to pay. I'm afraid they weren't quite so enthusiastic about your scheme of compulsory insurance ; indeed they 252 STAND FAST, CRAIG-KOYSTON ! seemed a little disappointed and offended ; the Champion of the Proletariat was playing it a little low down on them ; but a heavily increasing income-tax — oh, yes, that was splendid ! — they saw the Kothschilds caught at last, and had visions of a land in which there shall be no more poor-rates or police-rates, perhaps not even water-rates or gas- rates. But it was your confounded coolness that surprised me — no beating about the bush — walking straight into it — and without preparation, too — " " I knew what I had to say," Vincent interposed, with a becoming modesty, "and it seemed simple enough to say it." " Yes, and so it is — when you have acquired the knack of forgetting yourself," said the young noble- man, oracularly. "And that appears to have come naturally to you, my boy. However, this is why I am so particularly pleased with your successful first appearance," Lord Musselburgh proceeded, as the dog-cart went bowling along the silent, white highway, between the black hedges. " I am about to unfold to you a great idea, Vin — perhaps pre- maturely, but you will be discreet. The project is mine ; but I want help to carry it through ; you AN ALARM. 253 and I must work together; and years and years hence we shill be recognised as the Great Twin Brethren, who saved the falling fortunes of England." Was he in jest or earnest? Vincent, knowing his friend's sub-cynical habit of speech, listened without interposing a word. " We shall earn for ourselves a deathless renown, at very little cost — to us ; it's the other people who will have to pay, and we shall have all the glory. Now what I propose is briefly this : I propose to give all those good folk who profess a warm regard for their native country a chance of showing what their patriotism is worth. I don't want them to fight ; there isn't any fighting going on at present to speak of; and in any case the rich old merchants, and maiden ladies, and portly bishops, and ponderous judges— well, they'd make an awk- ward squad to drill ; but I mean to give them an opportunity of testifying to their affection for the land of their birth ; and you, my blazing young Tory-Democrat, if you can speak as freely as you spoke to-night, you must carry the fiery torch north, south, east, and west — till you've secured West- 254 STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON ! minster Abbey for both of us, or at least a tablet in St. Paul's. Then look what a subject for your eloquence you have — the guarding of England from any possible combination of her foes — the island- citadel made impregnable — 'compass'd by the in- violate sea ' — defence not defiance — you understand the kind of thing. But really, Vin, you know, there is going to be an awful stramash, as my old nurse used to say, in Europe before the century is out ; and England's safety will lie in her being strong enoufyh to remain aloof. And how ? Why, by trebling her present navy." " Trebling her present navy ! " Vincent repeated, in a vague sort of way. " Yes," Musselburgh went on, coolly. " And it can easily be done, without involving a single farthing of taxation. I want the people of this country to show what they can do voluntarily; I want them to make a tremendous effort to render Great Britain secure from attack for a century at least; and the manner of doing it is to form a National Patriotic Fund, to which everybody, man and woman, merchant and apprentice, millionaire and club-waiter, can subscribe, according to their AN ALAEM. 255 means and the genuineness of their patriotism. Here is a chance for everybody ; here is a test of all those professions of love of country. Why, it would become a point of honour, with the very meanest, if the nation were thoroughly aroused, and if a splendid example were set in high places. The ; Queen, now — who is more directly interested in the safety of the country than she is ? — why should she not head the list with £100,000 ? I would call the fund the Queen's Fund; and I should not wonder if we were to get two or three maniacs — very useful maniacs — patriots they would have been called in other days — to cut their possessions in half, and hand the one half bodily over to Her Majesty : that would be something like an example ! " " But is it all a wild speculation, Musselburgh ? " asked Vincent, who was puzzled. " Or do you mean it seriously ? " " Ha and hum," said the young peer, significantly. " That depends. I should want to sound some of the dukes about it. And first of all I must have some sort of scheme ready, to get rid of obvious objections. They might say * Oh, you want to 256 STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON ! treble the Navy ? Then in twenty years you'll find yourself with a crowd of obsolete ships, and all your money gone.' That is not what I mean at all. I mean the formation of an immense voluntary national fund, which will keep the Navy at double or treble its present strength, not by a sudden multiplication of ships, but by gradually adding vessels of the newest construction, as improvements are invented. An immense fund, doubtless ; for of course there would be maintenance ; but what couldn't a rich country like England do if she chose ? And that's what I'm coming to, with regard to you, my young Demosthenes. It would be infinitely better — it would be safer — it would be building on securer foundations — if the demand for such a movement came from tlie country itself. If tlie Queen, and the dukes, and the millionaires were to subscribe as if in answer to an ajDpeal from the people, the enthusiasm would be tremendous ; it would be such a thing as never happened before in the history of England: talk about noble ladies flinging their jewels into the public treasury ? — ■ ■why, every school-girl would bring out her hoarded pocket-money, with her lips white with patriotic AX ALARM. 257 fervour. England can subscribe on all possible occasions for the benefit of other countries : for once let her subscribe on her own behalf! " Lord Mussel- burgh went on, though it might have been hard to say what half-mocking bravado intermingled with his apparent enthusiasm. " And that's where you would come in. You would be the emissary, the apostle, the bearer of the fiery torch. You've done very well with the grocers' assistants of Mendover ; but fancy having to wake up England, Canada, Australia, and the Cape to the necessity for making the IMother Country once for all invulnerable, in the interests of peace and universal freedom. Why, I could become eloquent about it myself. They cheered your graduated income-tax ; but what would they say to this ? Fancy what could be done if every man in this country were to pledge himself to give a year's income ! We don't ask him to go out and have his legs or his arms amputated, or his head shot off; we only ask for a year's income — to secure peace and prosperity for himself and his children and his children's children. If there is any patriotism in the country at all, who would say no? And then when there is an iron VOL. I. S 258 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTON ! belt round England, and when there is a floating mass of iron that could be sent at any moment to form a wall round any of her dependencies, then, I suppose, there might be a splendid assemblage in Westminster Hall ; and you and I — as the insti- gators of this great national movement — but my imagination stops shoi t : I don't know what they will mate of us." He himself had to stop short, for he was passing through a wide gateway into the grounds surround- ing the Bungalow, and the carriage-drive was almost invisible under the overshadowing trees. Presently they had drawn up in front of the long, low, rambling house; and here were lit windows, and an open door, and servants. The two yoimg men descended, and entered, and went into the billiard-room, where cigars and soda-water and similar things had been set out in readiness for them ; and here Lord Musselburgh, lying back in a cane-bottomed chair, proceeded to talk in a less random fashion about this project of his, until he had almost persuaded his companion that there was something reasonable and practicable in it, if only it could be properly initiated. AN ALARM. 259 "Anyhow," said lie to bis guest, as they were both retiring for the night, "it is some big movement like that, Vin, my lad, that you want to get identified with, if your aim is to make a position in English public life. You have advantages. You can speak well. You will have plenty of money. You are beginning with the proletariat — that is laying a foundation of popularity. You have youth and heaps of strength on your side. Then is known to be your friend. What more ? " What more, indeed ? The future seemed to smile on this young man; and if his dreams, waking or sleeping, had been of great achievements and public triumphs, who could have wondered? But curiously enough, just at this time, the forecasts that came to him in moments of quiet were apt to be sombre. He dreaded he hardly knew what. And these vague forebodings of the day took a more definite shape in the far-reaching visions of the night ; for again and again there recurred to him that phantasmal picture that bad suddenly startled him when old George Bethune was talking of the possibilities that might be lying in store for his granddaughter. Vin Harris had never seen 260 STAND FAST, CEAIG-KOYSTON 1 Balloray — did not know where it was, in fact ; but night after night he beheld with a strange dis- tinctness the big baronial building, and the black firs, and the gate with the otter's head in stone. Had that been all ! But as regularly there came forth the tall young girl with the long-flowing hair ; and he was a poor wanderer, cowering away from recognition; and again she would ride by, along the white road, until she was lost in the dappled sun and shadow under the beeches. Then there was a song somewhere — perhaps it was the trembling leaves that whispered the refrain — but it was all about separation, and loneliness, and the sadness of remembrance and of loss. Chante, rossignol, chante, toi qui as le coeur gai — this was what he heard, or seemed to hear, away in that distant laud, where he had been left alone . . J'ai 2yerd'U ma maitresse, sans Vavoir merite . . It was strange that no birds sang in these woods, that no lark hung quivering in those skies : all was silence — save for that continuous murmur of farewell. . . . Liii ya longtemi^s queje faime, jamais je ne t'oiiUierai. And sometimes the murmur rose into a larger monotone ; the big grey building, and the black AN ALARM. 2G1 firs, and the highway, and the beeches, disappeared ; and behold in their stead was a great breadth of sea, desolate, and rain-swept, and void of all sign of life. And was this the barrier now between him and her? Not merely that she was the heiress of Balloray, under the guardianship of her implacably proud old grandfather, but that she was away in some far land, beyond those never-ending myriad voices of the deep ? . . Pour un bouquet de roses, que je lui refused . . ^Yhat wrong had he done her ? \Yhat had he denied her, in the time when they were as boy and girl together — when there was no thought of her being the heiress of Balloray — when she used to walk down through Hyde Park, in her simple dress, and sit on the bench, while her grandfather read his newspaper ? Then the grey dawn would come ; and he would awake to the knowledge that lie had been tortured by mere phantasies; and yet these left something in his mind, even during the actual and practical daylight hours. He begun to wish that there was some bond — of what nature he had not determined — for it was all a vague longing and M'istful desire — a bond that could so bind Maisrie and him tojrether 262 STAND FAST, CRAIG-ROYSTON ! that that great width of sea should not intervene. For it was a sorrowful kind of thing — even when the white hours of the daylight told him he had only seen it in a dream. But apart from all these dim anxieties and this haunting unrest, came the strictly matter-of-fact consideration that within an appreciable time old George Bethune and his granddaughter would be returning to the United States. That was no spec- tral ocean that would then lie between Maisrie and him, but three thousand miles of the Atlantic ; and who could tell when the two wanderers might ever see England again ? Nay, had not he himself been implored to help in bringing about this separation ? Maisrie had begged of him to urge upon her grand- father the necessity of getting the American book done first, before setting out on the j)oetic pilgrimage through Scotland which was to yield fruit of another kind ; and, of course, if the old man consented, the first step to be taken was a voyage to New York. Vincent had drawn many a fancy picture of a little group of three, wandering away through the rich- hued autumn days, by " lone St. Mary's silent lake," or by the banks of the silver Tweed ; but now all AN ALARM. 263 that was to be sacrificed ; and he himself was to do what he could towards sending the old man back to America, and Maisrie with him. Then there would be no more of the long, quiet days of study, made happy by anticipations of the evening ; no more of the pleasant little dinners in this or that restaurant ; no more of those wonderful twilights in the little parlour, with their enchantments of music and happy converse. London, with Maisrie Bethune three thou- sand miles away : that would be a strange thing — ■ that he could even now hardly imagine to himself. Nay, it was a thing that he looked forward to with such an unreasoning dread and dismay that he began to construct all sorts of mad schemes for defeating any such possibility ; and at last he hit upon one that seemed more or less practicable, while it would in the meantime virtually absolve him from his promise to Maisrie. On the morning after the meeting of the Mendover Liberal Associa- tion, the two young men were returning to town by train ; and Vincent said to his companion — "You were telling me the other night of the Scotch newspaper-man whom you got to know in New York : what did you say his name was ? " 2G4 STAND FAST, CEAIG-ROYSTOX ! "Oh, you mean Hugh Anstruther? I hope I spoke no ill of him ; for an enthusiastic patriotism such as his is really something to admire in these days. A capital fellow, Hugh ; until I fell across liira in New York I did not know that I had one virtue transcending all the other virtues, and that was simply my being a brother Scot." " What did you say was the name of the paper that he edits ? " " The Western Scotsman." "And it was he who gave Mr. Bethune a letter of introduction to you ? " But here Lord Musselburgh's manner instantly changed : he had been answering these questions in a careless way, looking out of the carriage window most of the time : now he turned to his companion, and regarded him with some scrutiny. "Why do you ask, Yin?" he said. "Do you want to find out something further about the old man ? " Yincent's forehead flushed ; and his eyes gloomed dark. " I do not," he made answer, in distinct tones. " I thank goodness my nature is not so suspicious. It AN ALARM. 265 seems to me extraordinary that two human beings who have done nothing in the world to deserve it should be regarded with a constant mistrust and doubt. Why ? Do you suspect everybody else in the same way ? " " Oh, don't say that I suspect them," Lord Mussel- burgh exclaimed at ouce — for he was an exceedingly good-natured young man and had no wish to offend. " I don't know them well enough — don't know any- thing at all about them, in fact." " You told me yourself that my aunt and you had been talking them over ; and I gathered enough from what you said," was the younger man's retort. " Mrs. Ellison is naturally anxious about anything that concerns your future, Vin — or seems likely to concern it," Musselburgh said. "And you should be the last to object." "But I do object," he said, stiffly. "I object altogether to her canvassing the character of any friends of mine ; and to her putting her doubts and suspicions and hints about them into any third person's imaginations. Oh, yes, I could make out fjuite clearly what she had been saying. That night at Henley she came on a visit of inspection ; 266 STAND FAST, CKAIG-KOYSTON ! it was perfectly obvious. And what is more, she came with the hope of having her suspicions con- firmed ; and I suppose she was horribly disappointed that Maisrie Bethune did not drop her Ks, and that Mr. Bethune did not beg the loan of a sovereign from her ! " " Why so passionate, Vin — why so indignant ? " his companion put in, glancing at him curiously. " Because I say it is a shame — a monstrous shame," the young man said, with flaming eyes, " that anyone should be insulted so ! Is it their fault that they have no friends, that they are unknown, that they are poor ? To be wealthy is to be virtuous, of course ; if you have a long balance at your bankers', you are above suspicion then ; if you have house-boats, and four-in-hands, and gold plate, you're all right. I suppose," said he, altering his tone, "that it was on that very evening — the evening of her inspection — that my aunt was kind enough to talk over those two friends of mine with you, and tell you of all the portentous things she suspected of them. But I presume she did not repeat to you the very last words she used to me as she said good-night ? " AN ALARM. 267 "About what?" "About Miss Betliune," said Yiucent — though it cost him au indescribable effort to pronounce her name. " Well, I believe she did," Lord Musselburgh admitted. "For she had just come away from hearing Miss Bethune sing some Canadian song or another ; and she was very much struck ; and she said she had confessed as much to you. Oh, more than that — I don't precisely remember the words. But really, Vin, when you come to think of it, you must acknowledge that there is not much guidance as to character, or antecedents, or anything else,, in the mere singing of a song. Mrs. Ellison, who is always posing as a callous woman of the world, is really very sympathetic and generous, and warm- hearted ; and she was quite taken captive by the charm and simplicity of this Claire Fontaine — is that the name of it? — but at the same time I should not place too great a value— " " I quite agree with you," the younger man said,. interrupting without apology. " I place no more value on my aunt's acquittal and commendation than on her previous suspicions. And — and — if 268 STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON ! you don't mind, Musselburgh, I would rather not have the question discussed further, nor Miss Bethune's name mentioned in any way whatsoever." " Oh, but remember I said nothing against her," Lord Musselburgh finally added, in perfect good humour. " How could I ? I hope your new friends are all you think them ; and as for the young lady, it is difficult to believe any harm of so refined and sweet a face. But I hope you won't concern your- self too much with them, Vin ; you have other, and perhaps more serious, interests in life ; and it seems to me tliat everything jDfomises well for you. Why, at this moment, man, don't you know what ought to be occupying all your attention ? " " What ? " his companion asked — perhaps glad €nough to get away from that delicate topic. " At least I know what I should be thinking of if I were in your shoes. I should be wondering how much space the editor of the Mendover Weeldy Guardian was going to give me on Saturday morn- ing next." It was another editor whom Vincont had in his mind at that moment. As soon as he got back to London he wrote and despatched the following AN ALARM. 269 letter, which was addressed to '' Hugh Austruther, Esq., Western Scotsman Office, New York, U.S.A." " Dear Sir, " I hope you will be so kiud as to consider the contents of this note as strictly private and confidential. In a recent conversation with Lord Musselburgh he informed me that it was you who had given a letter of introduction to him to Mr. George Bethune ; and from Mr. Bethune him- self I learn that he, Mr. Bethune, is about to bring- out a volume on the Scottish poets in America, as soon as lie can conveniently get the materials together. But to this end it would appear that he must revisit tlie United States and Canada, to obtain particulars of the lives of the various poets and verse-writers, and perhaps, also, examples of their work. Now I wish to ask you, as a friend of Mr. Bethune's, whether all this iiitigue and travel might not be spared him, supposing there were some person or persons in this country willing to defray the cost of having those materials collected for him. To speak plainly, do you, sir, know of any writer, connected with the press or otherwise, "270 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTOX ! who would undertake, for a sufificient consideration, to bring together biographical memoranda of the authors in question, along with specimens of their work, which could be sent over here to Mr. Bethune, for him to put into shape and issue in book-form? Mr. Bethune, as you know, is an old man, who must ■surely have had enough of travelling ; moreover he has in mind a leisurely ramble through Scotland which, while also leading to literary results, would involve much less fatigue than a voyage to the United States and Canada. I should be greatly obliged if you would tell me whether you consider it practicable to collect those materials by deputy ; -also, if you know of anyone capable of undertaking the task; and what remuneration he would probably require. I beg you to forgive me, a stranger, for thus appealing to you; but I know you will not grudge a little trouble for the sake of a friend and a fellow Scotchman. " Yours faithfully and obediently, "Vincent Harris." After sending off that letter the young man's spirits lightened considerably ; he saw there was AN ALARM. 271 Still a chance that Maisiie Betbune, her grand- father, and himself might together set out on that coveted perambulation of the legend-haunted districts of the Nortb. And now be and they bad returned to their ordinary mode of life — which perhaps pleased bim better than the ostentatious festivities of Henley. Here was no staring crowd, here were no suspicious friends, to break in upon their close and constant compauionsbip. He rejoiced in this isolation ; he wished for no fourtb person at the quiet little dinners in tbe restaurants ; be bad no desire that anyone should share tbe privacy of the bushed small parlour where old George Betbune loftily discoursed of poetry and philosophy, of ancient customs and modern manners, and where Maisrie played pathetic Scotcb airs on tbe violin, or sang in her low clear voice of le pont d' Avignon or perhaps of Marianson, dame jolie. Moreover, be could not fail to perceive, and that witb an ever- increasing delight, that her old expression of sad and wistful resignation was gradually being banished from ber eyes ; and not only that, but a quite fresh colour was come into ber cheeks, so that the pale sun-tinge was less perceptible. Perbaps it was the 272 STAND FAST, CEAIG-ROYSTON ! companionship of one nearer to her own age that had made a difiference in her life ; at all events much of her former shyness was gone ; she met his look frankly, sometimes with a touch of gratitude, sometimes with simple gladness, as if his mere presence was something that pleased her. When she was watering the flowers in the little balcony, and caught sight of him over the way, she nodded and smiled : he wondered whether it was that faint- sun-tinge of the complexion that made her teeth seem so clearly white. He began to forget those dreams of a wide intervening sea : this present existence was so peaceable, and contented, and happy. And in spite of Maisrie's injunction, those dreams of Scotland would recur: he saw three newly-arrived strangers walking along Princes Street, Edinburgh, in the silver glare of the morning ; and the middle one of the three — looking away up to the dusky shadows of the Castle rock — was no other than Maisrie Bethune herself, with light and gladness shining in her eyes. And what had old George Bethune to say to this constant association and this fast friendship between the two young people ? Well, old George Bethune AN ALAHM. 273 had an admirable capacity for enjoying the present moment ; and so long as the dinner was fairly cooked and the claret to his taste, so long as he had a small and faithful audience to listen to his rhapsodies about Scottish song and Scottish heroism, and so long as Maisrie's violin was in tune and her hand as sensitive as ever on the trembling strings, he did not seem to pay much heed to the future. Perhaps it was but natural that one who had wandered so far and wide should welcome a little peace at last ; and perhaps he intentionally blinded his eyes ; at all events the young people were allowed the utmost freedom of companionship — it was as if these three formed but one family. One night, as Vincent was about to leave, the old gentleman said to him — " About to-morrow evening : I presume we dine at Mentavisti's ? " " Oh, yes, certainly : we've tried a good many places, and we can't do better than Mentavisti's," the young man answered — as if it mattered one brass farthing to him what sort of dinner there was, or where he got it, so long as Maisrie was at the same table ! VOL. I. T 274 STAND FAST, CRAIG-ROYSTON ! " Ah, very well. For this is how I am situated," said Mr. Bethune, gravely and grandly as befitted the seriousness of the theme. " I have an appoint- ment in Jermyn-street at six o'clock. I may be detained. Now I can undertake to be at Mentavisti's Eestaurant at seven — and when the dinner-hour is once fixed, to play shilly-shally with it seems to me abominable — but I am not so sure that I shall have time to return home first. It will be better, therefore, and everyway safer, for Maisrie to come down by herself in a cab — " " But mayn't I call for her ? " the young man suggested at once. " You know she would much rather walk down than drive." "Oh, very well, very well, if you don't mind," said Mr. ^ethune, with a lofty condescension — or indifference ; while Maisrie, instead of being in the least confused by this proposal, looked up with perfectly frank and pleased eyes, apparently giving him a little message of thanks. Nor was she in the least embarrassed on the following evening, when he was ushered upstairs by the landlady's daughter. Maisrie was alone in the little parlour, ready-dressed except as regarded I AN ALARM. 275 her gloves, and she was putting a final touch to the few flowers with which she had adorned the table. " Good evening," said she, quite placidly. " I will be with you in a moment, as soon as I have dried my fingers." She disappeared for a second, and returned. He hesitated before accompanying her to the door. " Won't you give me one of those flowers ? " said he, rather breathlessly. She seemed a little surprised. " Now that I think of it," she said, " I have never seen you wear a flower in your coat, as other gentlemen do. And I'm afraid there isn't one here nearly fine enough — " "If you were to give me a flower, I should not destroy it by wearing it in my coat ! " said he. " Oh, merely a flower ? " she asked. She went to the table. " Will this one do ? " It was a white geranium that she handed him, simply enough : he took out his pocket-book, and carefully placed it between the leaves. For the 276 STAND FAST, CEAIG-ROYSTON ! briefest instant she regarded him as if in wonder that he should seek to preserve so worthless a trifle ; but she made no remark ; and then unconcernedly and cheerfully she led the way downstairs, and together they passed out into the open street. It was a marvellous and bewildering thing to think that he should be in sole and complete charge of her, here in the midst of the great and busy world of London. Did these hurrying people guess at his proud elation, his new-found sense of guardianship and responsibility, his anxiety that all things should be pleasant to her; or had they hardly time even to notice this beautiful young creature, her step light as a fawn, fresh colour— in her fair cheeks, happiness radiant in her eyes ? Perhaps they heeded her and the tall and handsome youth by her side as little as she heeded them ; for indeed she seemed to be entirely engrossed in her companion, talking, smiling, replying to him without a shadow of self-consciousness or restraint. To him this new relationship was an amazing kind of thing : she did not seem even to perceive it. To him it was an epoch in his life, to be for ever remembered : to her — well, nearly every evening she walked out AN ALAKM. 277 in similar fashion with her grandfather, and she did not appear to notice any difference : at least she showed no sign. But all at once Maisrie altered her manner ; and that was when he in the lightness of his heart informed her that there was still a chance of their setting out on that long contemplated pilgrimage to the various poetic shrines of Scotland. " Mr. Harris," she said, proudly, " you made me a promise — " "Yes, I know I did," he said ; " but things have changed, and I'm going to explain to you ; and I think you'll find everything satisfactory. But first of all, before I begin, I wish you wouldn't call me * Mr. Harris.' It sounds detestable. You who are 80 natural and straightforward in all your ways — why don't you call me Vincent ? " " Don't you think that Mr. Vincent might be a fair compromise ? " she asked gently, and with her eyes lowered. " I've called you Maisrie once or twice, by accident, and you didn't seem to mind," he pointed out. "I am sure I did not notice," she made answer 278 STAND FAST, CKAIG-EOYSTON I at once. " How should I ? I am used to nothing else." " Then I am to be allowed to call you Maisrie ? " said he, clutching eagerly at this new-found privilege. " And you will call me Vincent — when you find Mr. Vincent become too formal: is it a compact ? " " Yes, it is — Mr. Vincent — if you like," said she, with a smile. " But why do you make it so very serious ? " " Because," said he, gravely, " when any solemn bargain is completed, people shake hands fo make it secure." " Not in the middle of Oxford-street ? " she said. " We will postpone the ceremony, if you prefer it ; and now I will begin and tell you how it is still possible we may have that long ramble through Scotland together. You were anxious that before anything of the kind were attempted, your grand- father should go back to the United States to get materials for his book on the Scottish poets in America. Well, now, it seems a pity to make such a long voyage if it can be done without ; and so I AN ALARM. 279 have taken the liberty of sending over to New York to see if there isn't some handy young fellow there — some clerk or reporter — who would undertake to collect all the ne^^essary materials, and send them over here for your grandfather to work up. Then we could go to Scotland all the same — that is, if you will let me accompany you." " Someone to collect the materials and send them over ? " she repeated ; and then she said : " But M'ould that be fair, Mr. Harris — Mr. Vincent — would that be honest ? Surely not ! The book would not be my grandfather's book at all ; properly it would belong to the young man in New York." "I beg your pardon," said he, with decision. "He only supplies the bricks ; he does not build the house. When a Chancellor of the Exchequer pro- duces his budget, of course he claims it as his own ; but he has got his facts from the heads of depart- ments, and most likely his quotations have been hunted out for him by his private secretary. It would be your grandfather's book, solely and wholly." " But the cost ? " she said, after a second. " Sup- posing it were practicable, the expense — " 280 STAND FAST, CEAIG-EOYSTON ! "Oh, never mind about that," said he, lightly. "It will be next to nothing — you needn't mind about that. Our deputy in New York will find very little difficulty in getting the memoranda that he wants. There is no sort of unnecessary modesty about minor poets ; they will be glad enough to give him specimens of their work, as soon as it is known what he aims at. And in Scotland," he continued (grown suddenly bold), "don't you see how it would work? Your grandfather must have an occasional morning to give to his MSS; then you and I could leave him in absolute peace and quiet; and we might go away for a stroll up to Arthur's Seat, or round the ramparts of the Castle, and return to him by lunch-time. Wouldn't that be an excellent arrangement ? " " Yes, that would be very nice indeed," said she, with a pleased expression : she seemed to look for- ward to this close and constant companionship as the most natural thing in the world. And in fact so sanguine was the young man about the success of his new scheme that, when the three of them were seated at a small table in Mentavisti's Eestaurant, he ventured to hint to old G-eorge AN ALARM. , 281 Bethune his fond hope that he might be allowed to join in that prolonged excursion through Scot- land ; and the old man at once acquiesced. " Yes, yes, why not ? " he said ; and then he went on, absently : " Yet my nerve is not what it was. Sometimes I hesitate. It would grieve me more than I can say if Maisrie here were to be disap- pointed. It is a long time since I was in the country ; perhaps I remember only the beautiful things; and it is only of these she has heard me talk. When Sturrock thinks of the old home, the dappled hills shine for him : you remember, Maisrie ? — ' Oh native laud ! Oh cherished home, I've sailed across the sea, And, though my wandering footsteps roam, My heart still turns to thee ! My thoughts and dreams are sweet and brii;ht With dew which love distils ; While every gleam of golden light Falls ou the Scottish hills.' He forgets the mists and the rain and the darkened days. And you, Maisrie, you have been brought up under fair blue skies ; you have never learnt how sombre days and wild and driving clouds stir the imagination ; perhaps, if you stood in the very 282 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTON ! street where the * bonnie Earl o' Moray came sound- ing through the town,' you would see only the wet pavements and the dull windows; and you might turn to me and say ' Is this what you have talked about to me, grandfather ? ' " Then all of a sudden he seemed to throw off this despondent fit as by a violent effort. "No, no!" said he, in quite a different tone. " I will not believe but that there are still yellow cornfields and silver lakes in bonnie Scotland, and the lark singing as high in the heavens as when Tannahill, or Hogg, or Motherwell paused to listen. I will show you the red rowans hanging from the mountain crag, and the golden bracken down by the side of the burn; and if we go still further away — to the lonely islands of the western seas — then you must learn to forget the soft prettiness of the sunnier south, and to let the mysterious charm of isolation hold you, and the majesty of the darkened mountains, and the pathetic beauty of the wandering veils of rain. I would sooner forget the mother that bore me," he said, with a proud ring in his voice, " than believe that bonnie Scotland had lost her glamour and wonder and fascination. And you would be no AN ALARM. 283 lioliday-tourist, Maisrie; you belong by blood to the * land of wild weather ' ; and imagination is part of the dowry of youth. No, no ; I do not fear. I — I made a mistake when I said I was afraid — I am not afraid of you, Maisrie — not afraid of you — you have the fine sympathy, the intelligence, the quick imagination that I can trust — I am not afraid of you, Maisrie " " You need not be afraid, grandfather," the girl said, gently — for she saw that he was somewhat disturbed. "Why should you be afraid, grand- father ? I shall be looking with your eyes." But the curious thing was that despite all this talking about the projected pilgrimage, it never seemed to come any nearer. No mention of a date or even of any approximate time, was ever made. In like manner, their return to America, though the old gentleman spoke of it now and again as a fixed and definite and necessary thing, kept receding backwards and backwards into a perfectly nebulous future. The present moment was everything to old George Bethune, whether he was engaged with a roe-deer cutlet at a restaurant in Eegent-street, or lighting his pipe and mixing his toddy on his 284 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTON ! return home, while he was descanting on Barbour, and Drummond, and Sir David Lindesay, or Eamsay, and Ferguson, and Burns. People were beginning to leave town ; Vincent had received, and de- clined, an invitation to join a big house-party in Argyllshire, notwithstanding that it was to the same house that Mrs. Ellison and Lord Mussel- burgh were going; but old George Bethune and his granddaughter appeared to pay no heed to the changing times and seasons ; their placid, unevent- ful life seemed quite enough for them. And was it not enough for this young man also, who had been admitted to be their constant associate and friend ? Why should he vex himself about literary schemes that were none of his devising ? Day by day he waved a good-morning to Maisrie as she came to water her flowers, and an answer came from her smiling eyes; sometimes he walked out into the parks in the afternoon, with her grandfather and herself, and ever he rejoiced to see that the fine peach-bloom on her cheek was surmounting the sun-tinge that had been left there by travel ; then in the evening they had all London to choose from, as to where they should dine, . with a quiet stroll AN ALARM. 285 homeward thereafter, to music, and dominoes, and careless talk. What more ? The great outer world might go on its way, and welcome. But Master Vin was about to be startled out of this dreamful ease. At last there came an answer to the communication he had sent to the editor of the Western Scotsman, with many apologies for unavoidable delay : Mr. Anstruther, it appeared, had been in Canada, taking his annual holiday among his kinsmen and countrymen there. " I must say your letter has astonished me beyond measure," the writer went on, " and I would fain believe that there is some great mistake somewhere, which is capable of explanation. It is quite true that when I gave my venerable friend Mr. Bethune a note of introduction to Lord Musselburgh, I was aware that he had in view various literary projects — in fact, his brain teems with them as if he were a young man of five-and-twenty — the perfervidum in- genium Scotorum in his case has taken hold of his imagination ; but I cannot understand how he could have included in these the publication of a volume on the Scottish poets in America, for the simple 286 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTON ! reason that he must have known that such a work was not only in progress here, bat that it was near completion. Why, I myself showed Mr. Bethune proofs of the early sheets of this volume ; for the author is a particular friend of mine ; and as it was being set up, he used to send me the sheets as they were printed ; and Mr. Bethune being in the habit of calling at my office, I not only showed them to him, but I fancy I let him take some of them away, that he might read them at his leisure. How he should now 'propose to bring out a similar work — and bespeak Lord Musselburgh's patronage for it, as I presume he did — passes ray comprehension, except on the ground that, being an old man, he may have suffered from some temporary attack of mental aberration and forgetfulness. I would rather believe this than that a man whom I had taken for a thorough Scot, loyal and true to the backbone, and proud of his country and of his own name and lineage, should be endeavouring to supplant another worker who is already in possession of the field. However, no actual harm can be done ; for the volume I speak of is on the eve of publication, and no doubt it will be issued simultaneously in Eng- AN ALAKM. 287 land. That is all I have to say, on a subject which at present seems to me to have something of a pain- ful aspect — though I hope a satisfactory explanation may be forthcoming. In conclusion may I beg of you to keep this letter private ? The facts are as I have stated ; but I would, rather Mr. Bethune did not know you had them from me. " Yours faithfully, "Hugh Ansteuther." For some time Vincent sat with this letter in his hand, in a sort of stupefaction. Curiously enough his first question to himself was — What if Mrs. Ellison should get to know ? — would she not trium- phantly declare that her worst suspicions had been confirmed ? That was but a first thought. There must be some explanation ! He had not associated so continually with George Betlmne — he bad not heard the old man's voice thrill with proud emotion as he spoke of Scotland's hills and dales — he had not seen his eyes fill with unbidden tears as he talked of his granddaughter and the loneliness that might be in store for her — all for nothing : not at once could he be convinced that this old man was a mere 288 STAND FAST, CRAIG-EOYSTON ! charlatan, a thief, a begging-letter impostor. But he had been startled ; and when he reached his lodgings in that small thoroughfare, he hardly dared look across the way : he knew not what to think. END OF VOL. I. LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, STAMFORD STREET AND CHAEIKG CROSS. v/-