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 FANCY FREE 
 
 AND OTHER STORIES 
 
 BY 
 
 CHARLES GIBBON 
 
 -hur of " robin gray," " queen of thk mrahow, 
 "the golden shaft," etc. 
 
 IN THREE VOLUMES 
 VOL. I. 
 
 CHATTO AND VVINDUS, PICCADILLY 
 1884 
 
 i^'The Right 0/ Tratislation is rese}iied\
 
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 CONTENTS OF VOL. I. 
 
 « 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 FANCY FBEE. 
 
 
 ^ 
 
 (•HArTi:r> 
 
 
 PAOK 
 
 
 I. 
 
 Twenty-one 
 
 1 
 
 
 II. 
 
 Leo's Prison h:r 
 
 20' 
 
 
 III. 
 
 Mistress Meg's Opinion ... 
 
 ... 40 
 
 
 IV. 
 
 Medwyn's Secret 
 
 50 
 
 ^ 
 
 V. 
 
 Speculations 
 
 63 
 
 ^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 VI. 
 
 Davie 
 
 74 
 
 VII. 
 
 The First Arrow 
 
 ... 84 
 
 
 VIII. 
 
 At Hazard 
 
 95 
 
 
 IX. 
 
 The Guests 
 
 ... 109 
 
 f 
 
 X. 
 
 An Interesting Visitor 
 
 124 
 
 5§ 
 
 XI. 
 
 The Puzzle 
 
 ... 134 
 
 
 XII. 
 
 The Excursion 
 
 144 
 
 
 XIII. 
 
 The New Light 
 
 ... 163
 
 VI CONTENTS. 
 
 «;hapter pack 
 
 XIV. Between Two Fires ... ... 170 
 
 XV. Changes ... ... ... 185 
 
 XVI. COLBOROUGH ... ... ... 198 
 
 XVII. Calamity ... ... ... 216 
 
 XVIII. Eglinton's Trial ... ... 233
 
 rANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE I. 
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 
 
 She stood at the open window, hands 
 linked behind her, a piece of sugar held 
 between her lips, and a coaxing smile in 
 her large blue eyes, as she watched a 
 canary perched on the top of his cage. 
 The bird glanced with a critical turn of 
 the head, now at the pretty temptress, 
 and again at the open window which 
 offered him freedom. 
 
 He yielded, fluttered down to her 
 
 VOL. I. B
 
 2 FANCY FREE. 
 
 shoulder — then, after one or two sly 
 glances, darted at the sugar, snatched 
 it from her lips and flew into his cage 
 with the prize. 
 
 She laughed, a fine healthy girlish 
 laugh of triumph. 
 
 " Ah, birdie, you like sugar better than 
 liberty ! Silly thing ! If I had been you 
 I would have been off through the window 
 and taken my chance with the sparrows 
 and crows. You don't know what a 
 merry hfe they lead, flying away wher- 
 ever they please and when they please. 
 They don't get sugar, perhaps, but they 
 don't care, and neither would I. You are 
 a fat, lazy bird, and have no notion of 
 what your wings were meant for. I should 
 like to be a bird." 
 
 " To fly away, Davie ? " 
 
 ** I suppose so," she replied, without
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 6 
 
 turning to the gentleman who had just 
 entered the room, and closing the door 
 of the cage as she continued : "I have 
 such a longing to he able to flit about 
 all over the world like the birds ! " 
 
 *'But they have to encounter storms 
 and dangers in their way as we have in 
 ours." 
 
 " That would be the fun of it." 
 
 *' You think so now." 
 
 *^ And will always." 
 
 He shook his head, smiling at her 
 humour. 
 
 ** You do not know^ what the world is." 
 
 *^But I want to know," she answered, 
 as if wondering at his stupidity.'' 
 
 " Have you been so very unhappy here, 
 then ? " 
 
 She turned to him quickly — a clear 
 honest face ; fair, soft features sur-
 
 4 FANCY FREE. 
 
 mounted by thick bands of silky hair of 
 a light sand colour. 
 
 There was no sign of appreciation of 
 his pain in her expression, only a dreamy 
 sort of wonder that he did not nnder- 
 stand her vagne desire to step out of 
 the dull routine of the hfe she had been 
 leading. 
 
 " What could make you ask such a 
 question, Medwyn ? I have always been 
 happy here, and since — " (a little hesi- 
 tation at this point, because she was 
 touching a sad memory) '^ — and since 
 your mother died, nobody could have been 
 kinder than you. You have done every- 
 thing for me that she could have wished ; 
 you have given me the best tutors ; I 
 know all about the geology of Lo chore ; 
 I can read French, although I can't speak 
 it ; I know the multiplication table, and
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 5 
 
 the dates of the reigns of all the Kings 
 and Queens since the arrival of William 
 the Conqueror ; and I can make porridge 
 and bannocks ! Only, sometimes," she 
 went on, laughing, •* I wonder what it is 
 to be in a ball-room, and passing through 
 all the gaieties Aunt Wybrant writes 
 about, and I make up my mind to run 
 away. But then, I Hke the old place, 
 and, with all its drowsy dulness, I feel as 
 if I could never leave it.'* 
 
 " Davie, will you " 
 
 He had taken her hand and was speak- 
 ing with unusual earnestness, when her 
 look of simple inquiry checked him. He 
 patted the hand, and looking into her 
 eyes with a suppressed laugh at some 
 joke that was only visible to himself, he 
 said quietly — 
 
 *' You will soon have an opportunity
 
 6 FANCY FREE. 
 
 of acting very mucli as your own will 
 dictates." 
 
 ^'Tliat will be splendid," she cried, 
 without the least idea of the struggle 
 through which the man had so quickly 
 passed, or of the emotion he had over- 
 come. 
 
 He saw that, and it helped him to 
 speak composedly. 
 
 *^ Do you know what day to-morrow 
 is?" 
 
 " The sixth of August, of course, and 
 my birthday." 
 
 *'Your twenty-first, and according to 
 your father's will you are to pass a year 
 with Mrs. Wybrant, and then you are to 
 determine whether you are to remain 
 under her care, or to adopt some other 
 plan of which your guardians, Mr. Bons- 
 field and myself, may approve."
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 7 
 
 ** And that is what you call being left 
 to follow the dictates of my own will ! 
 Birdie, birdie — I suppose you were wise to 
 take the sugar and go back to your cage." 
 
 *^ You are not afraid that your guar- 
 dians would interfere with any reasonable 
 wish you might express?" 
 
 ** That's just it — any reasonable wish ! 
 But suppose I w^ere to do something that 
 was not reasonable?" 
 
 ** I am sure you will never do that." 
 
 *' I don't know. Mr. Bonsfield is too 
 busy with his farming, and shooting, and 
 fishing, and his wife, to care a pin about 
 what I might do. He would say * All 
 right ' if I proposed a trip to the moon, 
 and leave me to find the way myself. 
 Mrs. Wybrant would be delighted by 
 anything ridiculous ; but you " 
 
 She paused. She had been talking
 
 8 FANCY FEEK 
 
 gaily, running on without heeding what 
 she was saying until she came to this 
 point; and now she felt awkward, for 
 the grave quiet eyes of Medwyn Corhett 
 were fixed upon her with an expression 
 of amazed curiosity and some sadness. 
 
 She went close to him and rested her 
 head on his arm. 
 
 '^ You would not permit me to do any- 
 thing foolish," she said, completing the 
 sentence. 
 
 ^* Not if I could prevent it, Davie. 
 And yet I sometimes think that if you 
 very much desired it, I would yield to 
 anything you proposed." 
 
 ^^ Then I should think you as big a 
 fool as myself — and bigger, because you 
 are old enough to be wise." 
 
 '* I never felt myself so old as I do 
 now," he said, passing his fingers through
 
 TWENTY-ONE. U 
 
 his bristly black hair, in which there were 
 a few streaks of silver. 
 
 He was only forty ; but then she was 
 only on the eve of twenty-one, when 
 even five or ten years appear to mark 
 the difference between youth and age. 
 
 "But you are not so very old, Medwyn, 
 after all. Why, we used to romp to- 
 gether as if you were a boy like myself — 
 I mean, a boy just as I was a girl ; and I 
 forgot you were a man. That was before 
 your mother died. You seemed to grow 
 very old after that, and I don't wonder, 
 she was so good and loving, and — forgive 
 me, Medwyn, I did not mean to pain 
 you." 
 
 " Go on. I like to hear you speak kindly 
 of my mother, because I wish to believe 
 that I have done for you all that she 
 would have wished me to do."
 
 10 FANCY FREE. 
 
 " And you have — indeed, you have ! " 
 
 She rested her head on his shoulder 
 with the confident affection of a daughter 
 leaning upon a parent. 
 
 '* I have tried to he kind," he said, very 
 quietly. ^^ Before my mother left us, 
 seven years ago — how short the time 
 seems to me, and yet how long ! — hefore 
 she left us, she gave you to my care, as 
 your father had done. She desired me to 
 do all that might seem best for your 
 future happiness ; and I have tried to do 
 it. But Bonsfield left me to act entirely 
 on my own judgment " 
 
 ^' Just like him," she interrupted, with 
 a laugh. 
 
 *^ Sometimes I think that it would have 
 been better if, instead of educating you at 
 home, I had sent you to a school either 
 in England or on the Continent; you
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 11 
 
 would have been better prepared to enter 
 the world to which Mrs. Wybrant will 
 introduce you. 
 
 " I have thought of that too," she said 
 honestly ; ** for we are very quiet here, 
 and often the moors, and the loch, and 
 the hills have seemed to me as if they 
 were all asleep ; and I have had a silly 
 fancy that I was like the sleeping beauty 
 in the wood, and that by-and-by I would 
 waken up in some bright world of sun- 
 shine, with a gay cavalier who had broken 
 through the spell of the wicked fairy, wait- 
 ing to carry me off to the realms of wonder 
 and delight. And yet I love the dear old 
 place — and the dogs, and the cows, and 
 the horses — and I don't know how I could 
 manage to live away from them.'' 
 
 " You do not include me in the list of 
 your pet animals."
 
 12 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 **You!" she cried; ^' I like you best 
 of them all ! " 
 
 " Oh, Davie, Davie, what a reckless 
 speech! How long is it since you dis- 
 covered that I was your first favourite ? " 
 
 ** As long ago as I can remember ; but 
 I discovered it first on that day when 
 Meg refused to let me join the party 
 going to Aberdeen, and you persuaded her 
 to yield the point. Then I thought you 
 the boldest and grandest man in all the 
 world to dispute Meg's will on my 
 account. And you behaved so pretty 
 that day. Do you see this ? " 
 
 She showed him a Httle onyx cross 
 with a centre of opals which was sus- 
 pended to a simple necklet of black 
 velvet. He smiled : it was very pleasant 
 to the man to listen to all this prattle, 
 although he knew that it was no more
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 13 
 
 than the frank confession of a childish 
 admiration. 
 
 ** You have preserved it well." 
 
 ** Because I am very fond of it, and 
 when you gave it to me I would have 
 kissed you if we had not heen in a shop 
 in Union Street.'* 
 
 " That was a loss to me.'' 
 
 "Was it? — then, why don't you wish 
 me many happy returns of my birthday ? " 
 — this with a roguish smile. 
 
 He kissed her on the brow. 
 
 ** May every new birthday bring you 
 happiness enough to compensate you for 
 the youth that is passing away." 
 
 " You speak as solemnly as a minister 
 at a funeral," she said gaily, and moved 
 towards an old-fashioned cabinet that 
 stood in the corner. 
 
 '* Because I know what it is to wish
 
 14 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 for youth," he continued sadly, ''to wish 
 to be able to begin Hfe again. Some day, 
 perhaps, you will understand the feeling ; 
 I fear neither man nor woman can escape 
 it — we always see so much more clearly 
 what we ought to have done than what 
 we ought to do." 
 
 *' That's too deep into history for me. 
 You are gloomy — here is something to 
 make you merry. Guess what I have 
 been doing this morning. You can't ? 
 Well, I have been looking over your 
 birthday gifts, and there is such a pile 
 of them, for I have preserved them all." 
 
 " What made you do that ? " 
 
 '' I don't know — because you gave 
 them, I suppose." She opened the 
 cabinet. ''Here is a big doll first." 
 
 " A pretty one, I hope." 
 
 " I thought it lovely ! But you see
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 15 
 
 its nose is smashed, the chin has melted, 
 the eyes have fallen out, and its beauty 
 'is a' wede away.'" She sang the last 
 words, and continued to hum the pathetic 
 air of '* The Flowers of the Forest " as 
 she gazed with a kind of comical gravity 
 at the wreck of beauty. Then, *^ I wonder 
 if I shall be like that when I am old." 
 
 ''Impossible," said Medwyn, standing 
 behind. 
 
 She was sitting on a low stool gazing 
 dreamily at her treasures. 
 
 *' I am glad you think so. Here is 
 ' Sandford and Merton,' and ' Watts's 
 Hymns,' and 'A Good Book for Good 
 Girls ' " 
 
 '' Surely I never gave you that ? " 
 
 "You did, and I deserved it, for you 
 see how nice and clean it is, and how 
 few cf the leaves have been cut. I used
 
 16 FANCY FREE. 
 
 to look at it and wonder what it was all 
 about, but whenever I began to read, I 
 grew sleepy, or wanted to speak to the 
 dogs or something. So I never learned 
 what a good book or a good girl was." 
 
 '* What a fool you must have thought 
 me ! " he muttered with impatience — 
 thinking of himself. 
 '' A fool !— why ? " 
 " To give you such silly presents.'' 
 " I didn't think them silly ; I was very 
 proud of them, and used to watch for them, 
 and wonder what would come next." 
 ** And which did you like best ? " 
 ^^ I scarcely know; each was delightful 
 in its turn. But I think I liked the 
 cross best, for when your mother asked 
 where it came from, you told her that 
 you had bought it for your little sweet- 
 heart ; and I thought it was so nice to
 
 TWENTY-ONE. 17 
 
 be the sweetheart of a big grown-up 
 man. Wasn't it funny ? " 
 
 "Yes, if you thought so. But I must 
 not call you sweetheart any more." 
 
 "Why not?" 
 
 She asked the question wonderingly. 
 She was not thinking of the different 
 meaning which the title bore when ad- 
 dressed to a child and to a woman of 
 twenty-one. 
 
 " I must not call you sweetheart any 
 more," he answered, laughing, " because 
 you will soon have others who will have 
 a right to call you so, and whom you 
 will like better " 
 
 " Oh, Medwyn, what nonsense you are 
 talking 1 " 
 
 " You will not think so by-and-by. 
 Let me finish my nonsense. To-morrow 
 my personal care of you ends, although 
 
 VOL. I. C
 
 18 FANCY FREE. 
 
 I shall still remain one of the trustees 
 of your fortune. Now, I want you to 
 promise me something, Davie." 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 She answered mechanically, for she 
 was trying to solve the problem of the 
 change which had taken place and had 
 separated her from her brother and 
 guardian, and which was to remove her 
 from the place that was always " home " 
 in her eyes. 
 
 " Although I am no longer to direct 
 your ways, I want you to promise me 
 that whenever you are bothered about 
 anything, or whenever you are medi- 
 tating any important step — marriage, for 
 instance — that you will make me your 
 confidant." 
 
 " Of course I will. Who else should 
 I go to?"
 
 TWENTY-ONE, 19 
 
 '* You promise that you will never be 
 afraid to tell me all that may concern 
 your life ? " 
 
 *^ Yes, I will tell you everything," she 
 answered dreamily, for she was still 
 busy with her problem. 
 
 ** That's a bargain, then. Now, sup- 
 pose you put on your hat and come for 
 a walk round the loch. Mr. Bonsfield 
 and Mrs. Wybrant cannot arrive before 
 seven, so Meg is to have dinner at 
 eight, and we have a long day before 
 us. How long will it take you to get 
 ready?" 
 
 ^^ Ten minutes." 
 
 "You will find me at the door." 
 
 She locked the cabinet and went away, 
 still dreaming.
 
 20 FANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE II. 
 
 leg's prisonee. 
 
 Twenty-one, and she was to begin the 
 w^orld as a grown woman ; at hberty to 
 choose her own way in Hfe, and provided 
 with, a fortune which seemed to her 
 sufficient for a princess ! She ran up 
 the stairs to get her hat and jacket. 
 There was a kind of music in her blood, 
 and her steps were hght and joyfuL 
 
 She was to leave the place in which 
 she had grown up, the people with whom 
 she had been so long associated, and 
 now she discovered that place and people
 
 LEO'S PRISONER. 21 
 
 were very dear to her. Davina Morrison 
 — whose awkward, half-masculine name 
 was always softened into " Davie " by 
 her friends — had a grateful nature, and 
 she felt some twinges of pain at the 
 pleasure she found in the mysterious 
 attractions of the new world which to- 
 morrow was to throw open to her. Yet 
 she could not help the thrills of joy 
 with which she thought of the undis- 
 covered glories of life in cities. She 
 had read novels, and from them she 
 knew that the world was full of lovers 
 and rivals for the hand of every woman. 
 It would be such a delightful experience 
 to find ever so many fond swains fighting 
 for the honour of her hand. There were 
 no duels now ; that was a pity, for it 
 would have been such fun to know that 
 there were a couple of gentlemen anxious
 
 22 FANCY FREE. 
 
 to blow eacli other's brains ont, all for 
 love of her ! Then she would laugh at 
 them and tell them what fools they were, 
 because she did not care about either of 
 them and had fully made up her mind 
 to be an old maid, giving all her atten- 
 tion to cats and dogs. That would be 
 fun ! 
 
 Then there was her boundless wealth — 
 a thousand a year entirely at her own 
 command ! How could she spend it all ? 
 What ecstasy there would be in being 
 able to dress as she pleased, and to play 
 the good fairy to anybody who was in 
 trouble about money ! There was Sandy 
 "White, with his dozen children, his farm 
 of sixty acres, and his rheumatism — she 
 could relieve him of the difficulty he was 
 always in about his rent, and she could 
 enable him to carry out his cherished
 
 LEO'S PKISONER. 23 
 
 idea of sending his seventh son to the 
 University to prepare for the Kirk. With 
 such boundless wealth as hers, what was 
 there that she could not do to make 
 others happy ? 
 
 What a glorious thing to be twenty- 
 one, with riches galore, and free to use 
 them as you please ! That was the 
 burthen of her thought, and the visions 
 and hopes which it stirred within her , 
 were so bright that they dazzled and con- 
 fused her. 
 
 This was ecstasy. Her movements 
 were usually of a somewhat sedate order ; 
 but the exhilarating air of the morning, 
 and the excitement of the changed con- 
 ditions of her life, made her feel incapable 
 of walking steadily : she felt that she 
 must dance and sing. 
 
 The morning was very bright and beau-
 
 24 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 tiful. The few brown leaves here and 
 there imparted colour to the landscape, 
 and suggested nothing of decay. The 
 morning of her life, too, was unclouded. 
 
 As she stepped out into the sunlight on 
 the lawn there was a chorus of dogs. 
 First, her three favourites : Ohio, a delicate 
 Italian greyhound, who had a trick of 
 rolling himself up in his mistress's shawl, 
 and lying on the couch in her room until 
 she happened to be going out — a fact 
 which he discovered by some instinct, for 
 he never moved when she was only going 
 from one part of the house to another ; 
 next, Pab, a shaggy little terrier whose 
 customary place was on the mat before 
 the door of whatever room Davie might 
 be in, and there he kept strict guard, very 
 chary of giving entrance to any unknown 
 visitor ; and then there was Lulu, a tiny
 
 LEO'S PEISONER. 25 
 
 black and tan terrier, who skipped about 
 everywhere with extraordinary vivacity, 
 and who on occasions of mirth, such as 
 the beginning of a walk, contrived with 
 a shrill voice, and a silver bell pendant to 
 her neck, to make as much noise as the 
 other two. 
 
 In addition to the din which these three 
 made, there was the deep bay of Leo, a 
 mastiff who was chained at the back of 
 the house, and who knew by the voices 
 of Ohio, Pab, and Lulu, that an excursion 
 was meditated. 
 
 ^^ I must have Leo with us this morn- 
 ing," cried Davie, as she saw Medwyn 
 approaching. "■ We must make this a 
 hohday for the dogs." 
 
 Leo was only permitted to leave his 
 chain on fete days, when Davie was ready 
 to take care of him, because he had a droll
 
 26 FANCY FREE. 
 
 habit of seizing any stranger lie might 
 find within the precincts of Balnagairn, 
 and marching him up to the house to be 
 examined by the butler or some person of 
 authority. If the stranger happened to 
 be a ragged tramp, he was lugged along 
 unceremoniously ; but if he happened to 
 be well dressed he w^as conducted quietly, 
 although resolutely, by the coat-tail or 
 sleeves. This habit was inconvenient 
 when he was accompanying ladies, and 
 had led to many ridiculous scenes. 
 
 Leo rushed round the house with a loud 
 *' wowf " of joy, dashed across the lawn, 
 clearing a large bed of geraniums at one 
 bound, and returned to Davie at a jumping 
 gallop, proclaiming his dehght with a big 
 voice, as if he knew that he owed his 
 liberty to her. He performed elephantine 
 gambols round about her in expression of
 
 LEO'S PEISONER. 27 
 
 his gratitude. The other dogs barked at 
 him, and jumped upon him, risking their 
 lives every moment under his heavy paws ; 
 but with the careless pride of strength he 
 contrived to avoid them, and spared 
 even Lulu, who, with the spitefulness of 
 a little nature, snapped at him and 
 strained to reach his neck, interfering 
 with his movements, but not in the least 
 disturbing his good humour. 
 
 ^'Off!" cried Davie, and Leo sped 
 down the avenue, Pab, Ohio, and Lulu 
 barking in full chase after him. 
 
 But the three soon halted and rejoined 
 their mistress. 
 
 *^You had better walk on," said Cor- 
 bett, '^ Mathers wants to speak to me. I 
 shall overtake you." 
 
 He entered the house, and she walked 
 slowly across the lawn. Pab fell into his
 
 28 FANCY FREE. 
 
 place, walking sedately at her heels ; Ohio 
 and Lulu made excursions to right and 
 left and returned barking, looking up to 
 her as if for approval of their enter- 
 prise. 
 
 As she entered the avenue she was 
 startled to see Leo holding a strange 
 gentleman by the skirt of his coat and 
 leading him towards her. 
 
 He was a young, handsome fellow, with 
 dark curly hair and a black moustache. 
 After a momentary awkwardness, he 
 laughed frankly as if amused by the 
 position in which he was discovered by 
 the lady. 
 
 He patted the dog's head and tried to 
 coax him to release his gripe ; but Leo 
 eyed him with calm resolution, and would 
 not be bribed. The stranger's good- 
 humoured submission to his fate amused
 
 LEO'S PRISONER. 29 
 
 Davie, and made her feel the more 
 annoyed with the dog. 
 
 ^^ Come here, Leo, you bad dog," she 
 cried, her face flushing. 
 
 Leo very leisurely obeyed, and took his 
 place by her side, still eyeing the stranger 
 with an expression which hinted that he 
 had better be on his good behaviour. 
 
 The young fellow, laughing, Hfted his 
 hat. *' I have to thank you for rescuing 
 me from this ridiculous position. Your dog 
 is a capital fellow, and was as civil as a 
 bailiff who expects a tip, when be arrested 
 me. But he must be rather alarming: 
 to strangers who are not accustomed to 
 dogs." 
 
 " He is usually chained, sir, and I am 
 sorry that he has been so rude, for he has 
 just obtained his liberty at my request. 
 But he is very gentle and good-natured."
 
 30 FANCY FREE. 
 
 *'I would not like to offend him, 
 thongli ; for those enormous jaws of his 
 would make an ugly impression if he 
 cared to use them ; and I must own that 
 I am very well pleased to find myseK free 
 again. I see you are fond of dogs." 
 
 Ohio and Lulu were sniffing round the 
 stranger suspiciously; he spoke to them 
 and tried to coax them into friendship. 
 Pah remained in the background, growl- 
 ing in an undertone which threatened to 
 become 'a furious bark if the man ad- 
 vanced a step farther. 
 
 ^'Be quiet," commanded Davie, and 
 the dogs obeyed. 
 
 *^ I never found dogs so unwilling to 
 make friends with me before," said the 
 stranger, still laughing, and without the 
 least sign of annoyance. ^' I suppose it 
 is because they are faithful watchmen and
 
 LEO'S PRISONER. 31 
 
 know that they have a treasure to guard. 
 I presume I have the pleasure of address- 
 ing Miss Morrison ? " 
 '' Yes." 
 
 *^ Then I shall always be Leo's debtor 
 for the introduction. But I must com- 
 plete his work by telhng you my name is 
 Eglinton." 
 She bowed. 
 
 ** Mr. Corbett will be pleasantly sur- 
 prised, for he did not expect you till 
 evening." 
 
 As she spoke Corbetfc appeared, and 
 he did look surprised to see Davie and 
 the visitor together. While cordially 
 shaking the latter' s hand, he asked — 
 
 ''How did you manage to get here so 
 early ? " 
 
 '' I was just going to explain to Miss 
 Morrison. I contrived to reach Aboyne
 
 32 FANCY FREE. 
 
 last night, slept at the inn, and this 
 morning, being in the humour for a 
 good walk, thought I would indulge the 
 humour and take you by surprise.*' 
 
 *' I am glad to see you, and you look 
 as if hard work agreed with you." 
 
 *' So it does. Hard work is the best 
 medicine for a fellow who is inchned 
 to be so lazy as I am. Your dog there 
 has presented me to Miss Morrison in 
 a funny way, and she has reversed the 
 order of romance, for in this case it is 
 the beautiful lady who rescued the 
 knight from the dragon of the en- 
 chanted forest. Miss Morrison has 
 evidently quite forgotten me." 
 
 ^^ It is nearly ten years since you 
 were here, and she was a child then." 
 
 *' But I remember Mr. Eglinton," said 
 Davie. ^' You have so offcen spoken
 
 LEO'S PKISONER. 33 
 
 about him tliat lie comes like an old 
 friend." 
 
 ** I hope you will always regard me 
 as one, for I am anxious to feel that 
 you have forgiven me for shooting your 
 tame fox. I have been haunted by his 
 ghost ever since, and am filled with 
 shame and remorse whenever I think 
 of the pride with which I marched into 
 the house with my prize ; then I see 
 you sitting on the floor, crying over 
 your dead pet. But, I assure you, the 
 fellow was prowling about the hen-house 
 as thief-like as if he had never known 
 better than his kindred. Besides, who 
 could have imagined that you had con- 
 trived to tame such an animal ? You 
 hated me then, did you not ? '* 
 
 "I did, with all my heart, for I was 
 very proud of the amazement he caused 
 
 VOL. I. D
 
 34 FANCY FREE. 
 
 when people saw him following me about 
 just like a dog.'' 
 
 " It was all a part of his cunning. He 
 knew that under your protection he had 
 the free use of the poultry yard, and 
 that was much more agreeable than 
 taking his chance of an occasional 
 chicken, with every gun in the house 
 ready to slay him. I don't believe you 
 tamed him after all — he managed to 
 deceive you." 
 
 ^^ I am afraid I shall not be able to 
 forgive you even now if you talk so ! " 
 
 *' Forget, then, if you cannot forgive — 
 the fox is gone, the goose remains, and 
 that is some satisfaction, however poor 
 the goose may be." 
 
 In George Eglinton's manner there 
 was a frankness, approaching to bold- 
 ness, which was apt to make strangers
 
 LEO'S PRISONER. 35 
 
 shrink from him ; but they soon came 
 to like him, for it was evident that he 
 was perfectly honest in whatever he said, 
 although it was equally evident that 
 he uttered the thought which turned 
 uppermost without the least reflection. 
 
 ''We had better say no more about 
 the fox and the goose," interrupted 
 Corbett. '^ I suppose you would like to 
 go into the house and have a rest ? " 
 
 " Not at all ; I can do ten miles 
 without fatigue, and I would much 
 prefer to accompany you, if you will 
 permit me ? " 
 
 '' Come, then ; we are only going for 
 a turn round by the loch. The wag- 
 gonette is going to Aboyne in the 
 afternoon to take up Mrs. Wybrunt and 
 some other friends. That will be time 
 enough for your traps ? "
 
 36 FANCY FREE. 
 
 *^ Thank you, that will do excellently. 
 I am glad I came in time to have a 
 quiet walk and gossip with you before 
 the others arrive — it gives me a capital 
 opportunity to make my peace with 
 Miss Morrison/' 
 
 Corbett did not reply to this, for, 
 whilst glad to see his friend, his early 
 arrival had caused him some disappoint- 
 ment. He had calculated on spending 
 this morning alone with Davie, revisit- 
 ing familiar haunts and recalHng their 
 happy associations, which in future 
 could only appear to him through a 
 mist of sad reflections. 
 
 His disappointment became almost 
 chagrin as he found Eglinton, with the 
 blissful inconsiderateness of youth, taking 
 possession of everything and ever^^body. 
 He talked and seemed to incite Davie to
 
 LEO'S PKISONER. 37 
 
 talk as she had never done before. At 
 the same time he kept up a parenthetical 
 conversation with the dogs, so that when 
 they passed from the grounds on to the 
 moor, even Leo seemed to accept him as 
 a friend ; as for the flighty Lulu and the 
 shy Ohio, they had long ago surrendered 
 to his fascination. But Pab was ^^ dour," 
 and apparently as far as ever from being 
 satisfied with the new comer. 
 
 Davie could not help being impressed 
 by the glamour which the mere gaiety of 
 this thoughtless youth threw over the 
 place. She had been so long accustomed 
 to the quietude of the moorland, the 
 dark silence of the loch, and the solemn 
 grandeur of the distant mountains, that 
 at first she was almost startled by the 
 noise Eglinton seemed to make. Pre- 
 sently, however, his strange chatter
 
 38 FANCY FREE. 
 
 amused her, and by-and-by the novelty of 
 bis manner and conversation interested 
 her. She laughed at his stale jokes, 
 which were all new to her. The sweet 
 eyes opened with an expression of quiet 
 wonder, and were turned full upon him as 
 he spoke of the merry life in London, in 
 Paris, Berlin, New York, Boston, and 
 Saratoga, with a glance at the pleasant 
 wildness of San Francisco and its neigh- 
 bourhood. 
 
 It was Hke a new chapter of Gulliver's 
 Travels to her, but it was so much more 
 enjoyable because it was all true, and it 
 was what she herself might one day see. 
 
 ** But do you really mean that the 
 people in California go about with 
 revolvers in their pockets, and are ready 
 to shoot one another when they are 
 angry ? "
 
 LEO'S PEISONEK. 39 
 
 " They all carry revolvers, some in the 
 breast, some in the side pocket, and some 
 in pockets made for the purpose behind 
 them. So when you are in a row and see 
 a fellow putting his hand anywhere, you 
 cry *' hands up," and if he doesn't hold 
 up on the moment, you fire, or the 
 chances are you'll get a pellet yourself. 
 I saw a fellow knocked over in the main 
 street in broad dayhght, only on account 
 of a quarrel about a bet." 
 
 Davie shuddered, but was still inte- 
 rested. Corbett and Pab marched on in 
 silence. The fun was much too fast for 
 them, the danger too apparent.
 
 40 FANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE III. 
 
 MISTEESS meg's OPINION. 
 
 Davie felt as if the spirit incarnate of 
 restlessness had taken possession of the 
 whole place. Even Miss Corbett, the 
 sharp, stern, and not-to-be-contradicted 
 commander-in-chief at Balnagairn — Meg, 
 at whose bidding Davie and Medwyn 
 went and came submissively — even Meg 
 was for a little while dumb and meek in 
 the presence of this youth, with his 
 boisterous clatter. He seemed to have 
 been everywhere and done everything, 
 and he seemed to know everybody. He
 
 MISTRESS MEG'S OPINION. 41 
 
 made Miss Corbett for a moment anxious 
 about the lunch — a sensation she had 
 rarely experienced since the days of her 
 youth — how long ago ! — when she first 
 took the reins of government into her 
 hands. 
 
 That was a triumph for Eglinton, if 
 he had only known it, and there was a 
 wicked twinkle of amusement in Davie's 
 eyes as she watched Meg's wonderment, 
 followed by a very sharp commentary on 
 the remarkable changes in the young men 
 of the present day when compared with 
 the young men of her day. For Meg was 
 one of the few sensible maiden ladies who 
 are not afraid of their age being known. 
 
 She was forty-nine. Her black hair 
 showed many streaks of grey : it was 
 brought close down the sides of her cheeks, 
 and wound in a thin wisp at the back.
 
 42 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 She wore no cap, but a very high and 
 broad tortoise-shell comb secured the 
 wisp, and rose over her head in such a 
 formidable way that Davie had christened 
 it the ^^ Tower of Babel." It certainly 
 shook in a very funny manner at any 
 offender who had succeeded in rousing 
 Mistress Meg so far as to induce her to 
 '^ speak her mind." 
 
 Her face was fresh and handsome, 
 although the features were of a masculine 
 cast; the expression, that of one who 
 had serious business in hand ; and her 
 keen grey eyes were always on the look- 
 out for something to set right — a speck 
 of dust here, a chair out of place there, 
 an anti-macassar or a table-cloth turned 
 awry, and she never was so happy as 
 when hard at work at something, *^ redd- 
 ing-up " everything everywhere, fre-
 
 MISTRESS MEG'S OPINION. 43 
 
 quently to the great discomfort of her 
 brother. He dishked fuss of all kinds ; 
 he hated the prim fastidiousness which 
 insisted upon a chair being always placed 
 in a particular position, as if it had been 
 intended for looking at and not for use. 
 Whenever he saw his sister in one of her 
 *^ redding-up " humours, he made his way 
 to the library and shut himself in ; or he 
 whistled for the dogs, and took a long 
 walk across the moors. 
 
 It must not be thought, however, that 
 Mistress Meg was exactly fussy. She was 
 simply imbued — as so many of her old- 
 fashioned country-women were and are 
 imbued — with the spirit of the martinet ; 
 she would have everything in order and 
 in its right place. Kebellion against this 
 law was a capital offence and involved 
 severe punishment — to say nothing of her
 
 44 FANCY FREE. 
 
 "reasoning" with tlie offender, wMcL 
 was the worst part of the punishment. 
 
 Davie was frequently subjected to these 
 '* reasonings," and she would Ksten with 
 a demure face and downcast eyes. She 
 had learned somehow to call Mistress 
 Meg, Aunt, although the relationship was 
 that of cousins, and in her affectionate 
 way she always used the homely form of 
 the word, ^' Aunty." So, whilst she w^as 
 submitting to the lectures, she would 
 only reply at appropriate intervals, "Yes, 
 Aunty," "I understand. Aunty," and so 
 forth. But generally there was a light in 
 the corners of her eyes, and an occasional 
 movement of the lips, as if the fun of the 
 words of wisdom that were being poured 
 upon her affected her more towards 
 laughter than towards serious reflection. 
 
 As lunch proceeded Mistress Meg re-
 
 MISTRESS MEG'S OPINION. 45 
 
 covered her self-possession, and in her 
 own opinion she successfully and re- 
 peatedly ** set down " this chattering 
 young man, Eglinton. He, unfortunately, 
 turned upon the subject of French 
 cookery, and was beginning to describe 
 some special dinner in the Palais Eoyal ; 
 but Meg could not stand that, for with 
 the help of ^' Meg Dods," and her own 
 skill, she could defy all the French cooks 
 in Christendom to produce such a dinner 
 as on special occasions was to be found 
 on the table at Balnagairn. 
 
 **Awa' wi' your whigmaleeries and 
 puddocks' legs. I mind fine when you 
 could sup your parritch and milk in the 
 kitchen with the herd-laddie, and be 
 thankful for them. Ay, and you looked 
 a heap bonnier then than you do now, 
 with all your travels.'*
 
 46 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 *^ That's prejudice, Miss Corbett/' 
 answered Eglinton, laughing ; ' ' but the 
 porridge is a substantial fact, and on one 
 occasion at least the remembrance of it 
 made my teeth water, and it seemed to 
 me the most delicious food that ever man 
 had tasted." 
 
 *« I'm glad you had as muckle judgment 
 as to think about them." 
 
 ^* I could not help myself — for I was 
 starving at the time." 
 
 *' Ay, and when was that ? " 
 
 ** Only last year, when I was in the 
 States. I was out with an exploring 
 party in the Yellowstone Eegion — went 
 into the pine forest in search of a path, 
 lost my way, lost my companions, and 
 for seven days lived upon nothing but 
 thistle roots." 
 
 *' You seem'd to have thriven brawly
 
 MISTRESS MEG'S OPINION. 47 
 
 on your natural provender," observed 
 Mistress Meg dryly, congratulating her- 
 self upon again setting down this 
 boisterous young man. 
 
 Davie's face flushed, and Meg's quick 
 eyes noted the change of colour. Med- 
 wyn moved uneasily in his chair, and 
 nodded to his guest as if he would say — 
 " You have got it this time, my friend ; 
 but grin and bear." 
 
 That was just what Eglinton did. He 
 gave instant relief to Davie and Medwyn 
 by the heartiness of his laughter. 
 
 ^' That scores a bull's-eye for you, Miss 
 Corbett," he said, still laughing; *^we 
 are just that fu' o' wut we cannot help 
 saying clever things. But, mind, I mark 
 it against you, and shall have my revenge. 
 I shall ask you to give me porridge to- 
 morrow, made by your own hands, and
 
 48 FANCY FREE. 
 
 you shall see that I have neither lost my 
 liking for it nor my appreciation of your 
 skill in making it." 
 
 Meg was flattered, but half suspicious 
 that he was making fun of her, and the 
 Tower of Babel shook at him warningly. 
 
 " I'll make the porridge, but I'll have 
 you to sup them." 
 
 ^' You shall not be disappointed." 
 
 Davie and Medwyn were relieved by 
 this comical treaty between the opposing 
 forces, and the meal was continued 
 merrily; Davie and Eglinton chatting 
 away like old friends who are delighted 
 to meet again after a long separation, and 
 Mistress Meg breaking in occasionally 
 with some sharp comment upon their 
 conversation. 
 
 Medwyn rarely spoke, and when he did 
 so it was with an effort. Something was
 
 MISTRESS MEG'S OPINION. 49 
 
 troubling the man. He was glad when 
 they all rose from the table. 
 
 *^I'll get you a cigar," he said, " and 
 we can have a smoke outside." 
 
 He went into the library, whither he 
 found Meg had preceded him. There 
 was an anxious expression on her face. 
 
 *^I'm no enterteened with that young 
 man ; he's no what he was, and he has 
 come here to steal." 
 
 "Steal!— what? '^ 
 
 "Davie." 
 
 Medwyn's lips closed tightly, and his 
 face became pale ; but he answered 
 quietly — 
 
 " Well, if she likes him, so be it ; you 
 know that I can never marry her or any 
 one else." 
 
 VOL. I.
 
 50 FANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE IV. 
 
 medwyn's secret. 
 
 ** You're jist a fusionless, havering body/' 
 was the severe comment which Mistress 
 Meg muttered as she stalked out of the 
 room, her nose uplifted, anger and dis- 
 appointment in her grey eyes. 
 
 She had observed that, during the 
 past six months especially, her brother 
 had become strangely abstracted and 
 silent. He had never been boisterous 
 hke Eghnton, but he had been mirthful 
 and happy in his nature; could laugh, 
 could sing and make little jokes as well
 
 MEDWYN'S SECRET. 51 
 
 as heartily enjoy those of others — which 
 is almost a greater gift than the talent 
 for making them oneself. He would 
 whistle gaily of a morning as he went 
 out to consult with the grieve and the 
 cattleman and the keepers about the busi- 
 ness of the day ; and the springiness of 
 his step indicated that he was still a 
 youth at heart. Now, he never sang, he 
 never whistled, except for the dogs; he 
 so rarely laughed that when he did so 
 it caused uneasy surprise. He smiled 
 always when Davie appeared — as if she 
 were the sunlight bursting through dark 
 mists and lighting up his face — but the 
 smile was a sad one. 
 
 Davie had always regarded Medwyn 
 as a man so much absorbed in his books, 
 and deeply occupied, not only with the 
 affairs of his own property, but also with 
 
 UNIVERSITY OF ILLlMOU 
 LIBRARY
 
 52 FANCY FREE. 
 
 the great and mysterious affairs of the 
 State, that although she observed the 
 change she did not think it at all ex- 
 traordinary. She attributed it to two 
 causes ; first to the death of his mother, 
 and second, to the ceaseless labour which 
 he had expended in preparing certain 
 agricultural statistics to be presented by 
 the member for the county to Parliament. 
 He had been twice invited to stand for 
 the county himself, and had declined, 
 saying that he could be more useful by 
 living amongst the people than by spend- 
 ing six or eight months of the year at St. 
 Stephen's. He did his best to prove this 
 by supplying the sitting member with 
 all the information which his local and 
 general knowledge could afford — and 
 that was both practical and consider- 
 able.
 
 MEDWYN'S SECRET. 53 
 
 His sister saw more and understood 
 more than Davie did ; she could almost 
 fix the date on which the change began. 
 The first symptoms appeared after he had 
 had a long conversation with his sick 
 mother, just six days before her death. 
 He had come out of the room with 
 vacant eyes and white face, passing his 
 sister in the hall apparently without 
 seeing her. His look was so strange 
 that even Mistress Meg did not feel able 
 to stop and question him. He had 
 attended to all the details of the funeral 
 with perfect composure ; no one saw tears 
 in his eyes, or heard him sob, although 
 in giving his directions he would oc- 
 casionally pause as if to gain breath, and 
 perhaps, for a second, turn away his head. 
 Otherwise there was only the white, sad 
 face to suggest that he was suffering, but
 
 54 FANCY FREE. 
 
 would not wear his sorrow on his 
 sleeve. 
 
 Then came a period during which Meg 
 said he was in a ^'dwam," a sort of 
 waking stupor, and Meg used all the 
 powers of a sharp tongue and an active 
 mind to rouse him from it. She scolded 
 him from early morning till night, she 
 discovered all sorts of work for him to 
 do, and he oheyed her patiently : that 
 aggravated her the more. She hrought 
 all the prettiest girls of the county — 
 every one endowed with a considerable 
 '* tocher " — to the house; she gave 
 dinners, suppers, and dances, but with- 
 out much effect. Medwyn, whilst always 
 courteous, seemed to act his part as host 
 rather as a duty than as a matter of 
 pleasure. The many bright eyes turned 
 upon him with a sympathy which might
 
 MEDWYN'S SECRET. 55 
 
 readily have developed into a still more 
 precious sentiment, had no further effect 
 than to arouse his gratitude for the kind- 
 liness of all his neighbours. 
 
 '^Lord save us!" exclaimed Mistress 
 Meg, as she was undressing one night, 
 after having made her greatest efforts 
 to rouse him out of his morbid humour 
 by the help of pretty faces and jovial 
 youths, ** Lord save us ! — the man's clean 
 off his head — he doesna' even care for 
 the lasses ! " 
 
 Still she did not despair; she never 
 did. She ^^ banged through " — as her own 
 phrase went — with whatever she took in 
 hand, and she had found that banging 
 through was a much better way of doing 
 anything, whether it turned out right 
 or wrong, than standing by wondering 
 whether to do it this way or that way,
 
 58 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 and ending in nine cases out of ten by- 
 losing the opportunity of doing it at all. 
 
 One morning she suddenly entered 
 the library. Medwyn was seated with 
 elbows resting on the table and his 
 fingers clasped tightly over his brow, 
 gazing intently at a book which lay open 
 before him. She had little respect for 
 his studies — indeed, she had rather a 
 contempt for them as being partly the 
 cause of his present unhealthy condition. 
 So, as he did not observe her entrance, 
 she advanced briskly to address him ; 
 but when she reached the corner of the 
 table there was an abrupt halt and some- 
 thing like a start of surprise. The ex- 
 pression of the woman's face was that 
 of unutterable amazement, and her mouth 
 was open as if she were about to speak. 
 
 Medwyn was not reading. He was look-
 
 MEDWYN'S SECRET. 57 
 
 ing at the photograph of a charming 
 girl, whose smiling face was partly 
 shadowed by the broad brim of a gipsy 
 hat, the ribbons of which two dainty 
 hands (dainty even in a photograph!) 
 were tying into a bow. It was Davie's 
 portrait. 
 
 The effect upon Mistress Meg was like 
 a transformation trick in a pantomime. 
 Davie, who had been in her eyes only 
 a bit bairnie hitherto, became a grown 
 woman, with lovers and prospects of 
 marriage. The idea was, like all other 
 new ideas which are suddenly thrust on 
 one, startling; and yet Mistress Meg 
 wondered that it had never occurred to 
 her before. She ought to have seen it 
 — she ought to have known it long ago, 
 for she had had some experience in lovers' 
 ways. She had had ^^ offers," and might
 
 58 FANCY FREE. 
 
 have been mistress of some ^^bien" 
 house of her own at this date if she 
 had chosen, only the right man had not 
 turned up. The immediate effect of the 
 discovery that her brother was thinking 
 of Davie was to make her feel that she 
 must be growing very old — and that is 
 always a disagreeable sensation when it is 
 first experienced. 
 
 *'I see you are busy with your book, 
 Medwyn," she said in her shrill voice. 
 "I'll no fash you at present — I'll come 
 back in a whilie." 
 
 " Is it you, Meg?" he answered, raising 
 his eyes slowly, as if they were reluctant 
 to leave the beautiful vision before them. 
 *^ I am not busy ; I was only looking at 
 this photograph which Davie had taken 
 the last time she was in Aberdeen, and 
 trying to see in this bonnie lady some-
 
 MEDWYN'S SECRET. 59 
 
 thing of the child we used to know. Is 
 it not fine ? " 
 
 He handed the photograph to his sister 
 without the least sign of embarrassment. 
 She was disappointed by his coolness, 
 for she had been congratulating herself 
 upon having discovered the lever by 
 which she might raise him into happi- 
 ness. Still she was not deceived by his 
 apparent indifference ; she formed a reso- 
 lution on the instant. 
 
 ^' Davie can do it, and she shall," was 
 her thought ; what she said was — ^' Ou 
 ay, it's good enough in its way, but 
 it's no nearly so bonnie as Davie — though 
 some folks say that a body looks better in 
 a picture than in reality." 
 
 "That's true, Meg — no art could pro- 
 duce a face like Davie's," he exclaimed, 
 with brightening eyes; "it is like the
 
 60 FANCY FREE. 
 
 sun, and we cannot look at it long enough 
 to copy all its beauties." 
 
 *^ You might put green specs on," said 
 Meg, practically. *' But there is no 
 need of specs to see Davie ; and I'm 
 thinking, Medwyn, that we had better 
 keep her here." 
 
 ^^ But we cannot. The instructions 
 are clear, and — what would Mrs. Wy- 
 brant say ? " 
 
 *' I care nothing about what she would 
 say. I say, keep Davie here." 
 
 ''I should be very glad to do so," he 
 answered, amused by his sister's singular 
 earnestness ; '^ but how can we ? " 
 
 ^* Just make her the mistress of Bal- 
 nagairn." 
 
 He started, and looked like one who 
 is suddenly made aware that a precious 
 secret has been discovered. He made
 
 MEDWYN'S SECRET. 61 
 
 an attempt to appear as if lie regarded 
 the snggestion as a joke. 
 
 ** You are not serious, Meg," he said, 
 leaning back in his chair, and steadily 
 meeting the keen eyes of his sister. 
 
 '* Serious ! — 'deed am I, and I have 
 just planned the whole business. You'll 
 marry Davie — it's a fair match for both 
 of you — and I'll take up my abode at 
 Greenknowe." 
 
 ^* No, no, Meg ; if such an event as 
 my marriage were possible, you should 
 stay here." 
 
 *^ Hoots, man, you're but a loonie yet. 
 The saying that twa's company but 
 three's nane is truer as regards families 
 than as regards strangers. I'll come to 
 you when you need me, bufc I'll no 
 bide with you. Greenknowe is my own 
 place, and when there is a mistress here,
 
 62 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 I mean to go there, and I hope it will 
 not be long before the time comes for 
 me to flit." 
 
 He closed the book, shutting up the 
 photograph in it, and rose from his 
 seat. There was no further attempt to 
 make light of her suggestion. 
 
 **You will never require to flit, Meg, 
 unless you wish to do so on your own 
 account ; what you wish for on my 
 account can never be realized. Now, if 
 you wish to prove to me that you still 
 care for me, don't speak of this again, 
 because — it hurts me." 
 
 She saw that it did by the effort he 
 made to remain calm, and by the slight 
 tremor of his lips. He had often puzzled 
 her ; he puzzled her more than ever by 
 his present manner.
 
 ( 63 ) 
 
 CHAPTEK V. 
 
 SPECULATIONS. 
 
 When Medwyn went out with the cigars, 
 he saw EgHnton leaning on the ledge 
 of the dining-room window talking to 
 Davie, and they were both evidently 
 enjoying the conversation. As he ap- 
 proached them he heard Meg's shrill 
 voice calling from within — 
 
 *^ Davie, come here. I want you." 
 
 Davie lifted her eyebrows and glanced 
 
 at Medwyn with a comical smile. Then, 
 
 nodding to Eglinton, she disappeared. 
 
 Medwyn smiled, too, at the evident
 
 64 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 resolution of his sister to keep the 
 enemy outside the gates at any sacrifice. 
 Eglinton was not exactly disconcerted, 
 but he did not feel joyful in finding 
 that his pleasant Ute-a-tete was checked 
 from two quarters at the same mo- 
 ment. 
 
 *^ I was just saying, Corbett," he 
 remarked as he lit his cigar, ^^ that you 
 must have a delightful time of it in 
 this quiet place, with such a pretty 
 cousin for your daily companion." 
 
 f< We get along comfortably ; but I 
 did not imagine that you admired quiet 
 places." 
 
 ''■ That depends. I am seriously think- 
 ing of settling down." 
 
 '' Since when has that serious thought 
 occurred to you ?" 
 
 ** Within the last three hours."
 
 SPECULATIONS. 65 
 
 Medwyn laughed. He understood per- 
 fectly whence the inspiration had come. 
 
 "Impetuous as ever!" he said, with 
 the good-natured tolerance which an old 
 man might give to the waywardness of 
 a boy, although Eglinton was no more 
 than ten years his junior. " And to- 
 morrow you will be packing your port- 
 manteau to start on some wild goose 
 chase to the Antipodes ? " 
 
 "No, not this time. I shall give up 
 roving if " 
 
 "WeU, if what?" 
 
 " If what I wish comes to pass," an- 
 swered Eglinton, emitting clouds of 
 smoke and staring into them as if he 
 perceived there some glorious vision. 
 
 " Let us hope your wishes may be 
 realized," said Medwyn quietly, as they 
 walked down a path sheltered on each 
 
 VOL. I. F
 
 66 FANCY FREE. 
 
 side by huge, close-cut box trees, the 
 growth of many years and the pride 
 of Balnagairn. '^ Meanwhile, tell me 
 something about what you have been 
 doing." 
 
 '^ Hunting for silver mines, copper 
 mines, lead mines, or anything else the 
 search for which would afford excitement 
 and the discovery, a fortune." 
 
 *^ Have you found your Golconda ? " 
 ^' We have — or, rather, we have found 
 a man who discovered it for us. It is a 
 silver mine which will make us all 
 wealthy in a few years. I went into 
 the thing myself, made careful inspec- 
 tions, and found everything as he de- 
 scribed. He is a mining engineer of 
 long experience, and as I know some- 
 thing of the science, he could not easily 
 take me in."
 
 SPECULATIONS. 67 
 
 *^Yes, you know a little about many 
 things," said Medwyn dryly. 
 
 '^At any rate, I have satisfied myself 
 about this speculation, and mean to put 
 into it everything I have, and everything 
 I can beg, borrow, or — no, not steal, but 
 raise." 
 
 *^ Synonymous terms," observed Med- 
 wyn, smiling at the enthusiasm of his 
 friend ; '' the only difference is that in 
 one case you are tried in a police court, 
 and in the other you become bankrupt 
 and pay a penny in the pound." 
 
 ^' What a cynic you have become!" 
 exclaimed Eglinton, taking the cigar 
 from his mouth and looking at him with 
 an expression of curiosity. 
 
 "You ought to say how old I have 
 grown. But who is this man, and why 
 does he not keep this enormous fortune 
 to himself?"
 
 ()8 FANCY FREE. 
 
 ** Because lie can't keep it to himself," 
 answered Eglinton, a little nettled by 
 the scepticism of his friend. Youth always 
 resents any doubt of its wisdom. ^' He 
 requires capital to work it, and so he is 
 forming a company. The shares will go 
 hke wildfire as soon as our announce- 
 ments and reports are pubhshed. I am 
 to be one of the London directors." 
 
 ' ' Oh ! " There was a wonderful 
 variety of meaning in that simple ex- 
 clamation, as Medwyn turned his cigar 
 round between his fingers. " But about 
 the man?" 
 
 Eglinton evidently felt the question 
 not so much as an awkward one to 
 answer, but as one which he ought to 
 have asked himself before. 
 
 ''Upon my word, Corbett, there you 
 puzzle me. He puzzled me too; but
 
 SPECULATIONS. 69 
 
 Leighton and I were so satisfied by our 
 investigations made on the spot that we 
 did not care who the man was. You 
 know it does not do to inquire too 
 closely into the antecedents of a man 
 out there." 
 
 ^^ The more reason why you should be 
 careful, Eglinton, with all due respect 
 to your own skill. Where did you meet 
 him?" 
 
 ^^ In 'Frisco ; and what made us be- 
 come friendly was the fact that he was 
 a fellow-countryman, and when you are 
 a long way from home you do draw 
 towards a countryman as if he belonged 
 to the same family. But what made me 
 still more friendly with him was the dis- 
 covery that he had known you and your 
 father and all the people in Balnagairn." 
 
 *^ What was his name? "
 
 70 FAKCY FREE. 
 
 " Davidson." 
 
 Medwyn repeated the name several 
 times, as if searching his memory for 
 its associations with the past. 
 
 ^' I cannot recollect any one of that 
 name who was in your friend's profes- 
 fiion," he said at length; "but the cir- 
 cumstance is curious. Are you sure 
 that you did not give him the key to the 
 names of your friends, and he used it 
 to inspire confidence?" 
 
 " You are the most suspicious beggar 
 I ever came across," replied Eglinton, 
 laughing. " He happened to ask if I 
 had ever been in this district, and I only 
 said, ^ Yes, I have friends at Balnagairn.' 
 Then he inquired about every one of 
 3^ou by name, not forgetting your sister's 
 big comb. More than that, he asked if 
 I knew what had become of Miss Mor-
 
 SPECULATIONS. 71, 
 
 rison's father, and of course I could not 
 answer, but it showed me that he really 
 had known yon all. By the way, what 
 did become of Morrison ? " 
 
 ^' He is dead. Shortly after his wife's 
 funeral he settled his affairs here, left 
 his daughter to our care, and wont to 
 India to superintend some engineering 
 works for which he had obtained the 
 contract. Two years afterwards we re^ 
 ceived a letter from Bombay announcing 
 his death. The contract had turned out 
 well, for his bankers remitted a consider- 
 able sum to be invested on his daughter's 
 behoof. What made you ask ? " 
 
 Medwyn's quick eyes scanned the face 
 of his companion, and observed a little 
 hesitation ; but the habitual frankness of 
 the man soon relieved him, and he made 
 answer —
 
 72 FANCY FREE. 
 
 ^'Curiosity, first; personal interest, 
 second — no, I ought to reverse tlie posi- 
 tion of these two reasons. Suppose them 
 reversed. My third reason is because 
 Davidson asked me, and I want you to 
 see that he was not an impostor, so far as 
 his acquaintance with you folk of Balna- 
 gairn was concerned." 
 
 ** Was he an educated man ? " 
 
 ** Decidedly, and reputed to be one of 
 the cleverest men going." 
 
 V' How old?" 
 
 *^ About a hundred, if a bald head, 
 white hair, and a face — at least what you 
 could see of it — scored with lines hke 
 Bradshaw's railway map count for any- 
 thing. Now, what do you think of 
 him?" 
 
 *' That you should not risk your fortune 
 in his scheme."
 
 SPj:CULATIONS. 73 
 
 ** He was beforehand with you in that 
 advice ; that is, he said no man should 
 put all his eggs into one basket, although 
 he had no doubt of the result of the 
 speculation. Neither have I, and I am 
 going to make a plunge. . . . What are 
 you speculating about now ? " he added, 
 seeing Medwyn looking at him with a 
 curious expression. 
 
 *^ About the plunge you are going to 
 make, and about what may come of it." 
 
 Eglinton only laughed and smoked.
 
 74 FANCY FPvEE. 
 
 CHAPTEE YI. 
 
 DAVIE. 
 
 The ^^ plunge " towhicli Medwyn referred 
 was not the mining speculation, but the 
 plunge into love with Davie ; and it 
 became a grave question with him as her 
 guardian whether or not he should per- 
 mit such a man to become her suitor. 
 That was why he had looked so curiously 
 at his friend. 
 
 George Eglinton had been and was 
 always impetuous in everything he took 
 in hand; he had been volatile in his 
 youth (Medwyn feared that he might be
 
 DAYIE. 75 
 
 SO still), and during the last five or six 
 years he liad been a restless wanderer over 
 the world. At eighteen he had been 
 required to make choice of a profession, 
 not from necessity, but because his father 
 wished him to have something to do in 
 order to steady him. 
 
 " Nothing like having something prac- 
 tical to occupy the mind, George," the 
 old laird had said. 
 
 ^^ Yes, sir," the dutiful son replied, 
 with a sly twinkle in his eyes; '* but 
 when you have solved the problem of 
 the Parallel Eoads, what will become of 
 you?" 
 
 *' I shall find some other great problem 
 in nature to occupy me," was the answer. 
 
 Mr. Eglinton had spent the greater 
 part of his life in the endeavour to clear 
 up the mystery of the Parallel Roads ; he
 
 76 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 was an enthusiastic geologist and archaeo- 
 logist, and his son had been left very 
 much to his teachers and himself. 
 
 But Greorge saw the wisdom of his 
 father's words, and, being ambitious to do 
 something in the world, he entered into 
 the scheme at once. The Bar was his 
 first choice, and for a year he worked 
 vigorously at the preliminary studies 
 necessary to qualify himself for the pro- 
 fession of an advocate; then he gave it 
 up. Next, he turned his attention to the 
 Church; tiring of that, he turned to 
 medicine, with the same result — always 
 giving the same reason : he did not feel 
 qualified for any of these professions, and 
 there was no use in entering one for 
 which a man had no special talent. 
 
 But when he turned to engineering he 
 seemed at last to have fallen into his
 
 DAVIE. 77 
 
 right place, and he really did work hard 
 until he became entitled to write C.E. 
 after his name. Then he had set off on 
 his wanderings, on the plea that he 
 wanted to do something on a big scale, 
 like Lesseps. 
 
 ** A railway to the moon wouldn't be a 
 bad idea," suggested his father, as they 
 were parting; ^* it would save astronomers 
 a great deal of trouble if they could make 
 their observations of its nature on the 
 spot." 
 
 And now at twenty-nine, George Eg- 
 linton returned with no grander scheme 
 matured than that of investing all he 
 possessed and all he could obtain in a 
 silver mine ! This was indeed a fall from 
 the ambitious visions with which he had 
 set out upon his travels; but he did not 
 appear to feel the downcome much. In-
 
 78 FANCY FREE. 
 
 deed, he seemed to regard this mining 
 speculation as the preliminary step to- 
 wards the ^^ something big " which he was 
 yet to accomplish. 
 
 Medwyn, aware of all this, felt the re- 
 sponsibility of his position in relation to 
 Davie weigh heavily upon him at this 
 moment, as he walked up and down the 
 library floor. Eglinton was certainly a 
 pleasant companion and a handsome 
 fellow ; it was in every way probable that 
 he would win Davie's affection if oppor- 
 tunity were afforded him. 
 
 Should the opportunity be afforded 
 him ? 
 
 Medwyn halted. He searched his own 
 heart, questioning himself if there were 
 no selfish interest which caused his hesi- 
 tation to allow this man to win her if he 
 could ? It might be so, but he was not
 
 DAYIE. 79 
 
 conscious of it. He felt the pain of losing 
 her, but he believed that he would place 
 her hand in that of the man she chose, 
 and say fervently, '' God bless you and 
 make you happy, Davie." Why should 
 not Eglinton be the man ? He had many 
 good quahties, and love would draw them 
 forth. 
 
 Even if he should ruin himself by this 
 speculation, Davie had enough to enable 
 them to live comfortably, and Medwyn 
 felt sure that he could arrange her 
 marriage settlements so that no one 
 could touch her fortune. Still, he wished 
 that the responsibility had rested on other 
 shoulders. 
 
 That wish somehow recalled the wild 
 idea which had occurred to him whilst 
 Eglinton was describing Davidson. The 
 description of the man and his occupation
 
 80 FANCY FREE. 
 
 had in some mysterious way revived the 
 memory of Davie's father and the circum- 
 stances of his death. He remembered a 
 man full of nervous activity, successful 
 in so many undertakings, and yet faiUng 
 to secure domestic happiness because of 
 the irritable, passionate nature which is 
 so often the attendant demon of the in- 
 ventive brain. 
 
 In a fit of jealous anger, David Morrison 
 had left his home ; but he was, according 
 to his lights, just even in his wrath. He 
 made proper provision for his wife and 
 child, making only one condition, that 
 they should live near his sister, Mrs. 
 Corbett, His condition was obeyed, but 
 Mrs. Morrison felt her position keenly, 
 and rarely showed herself in the village 
 on busy days. One night, returning to 
 her own house from Balnagairn, through
 
 DAYIE. 81 
 
 a bitter east wind and a sharp, pelting 
 rain, she caught cold, became feverish, 
 and her husband — summoned by Med- 
 wyn's father — only arrived two days before 
 she died. During that time he was con- 
 stant and most devoted in his attendance 
 upon her, and she seemed to have satisfied 
 him that he had misjudged her conduct. 
 
 In his remorse the man was as un- 
 reasonable as in his passion : he deter- 
 mined to leave the country, never to 
 return. He desired that his child should 
 think of him, too, as of one dead. So he 
 made the arrangements which Medwyn 
 explained to Eglinton, and went away, 
 the successful completion of his contract 
 in India being followed quickly by the 
 report of his death. He had done every- 
 thing in the most orderly manner: all 
 due instructions for the settlement of his 
 
 VOL. I. G
 
 82 FANCY FREE. 
 
 affairs had been carefully drawn up by an 
 eminent firm of solicitors, and bis will 
 was beyond dispute. 
 
 <' Why on earth should Eglinton's 
 chatter recall all this to me ? " muttered 
 Corbett, as he gazed vacantly out at the 
 window. ^'It is ridiculous to fancy that 
 Morrison could have carried his foolish 
 idea to such an extent as to pretend that 
 he had died. . . . This man Davidson is 
 so like him in his eagerness to carry out 
 a favourite project at anybody's expense, 
 and then, suddenly pitying the gullibility 
 of Eglinton, giving him a warning not to 
 be too sanguine. I wish I could find out 
 what kind of man he is, before Eglinton 
 involves himself too far." 
 
 He still stared vacantly into the 
 shrubbery outside, and presently turned 
 to his chair.
 
 DAVIE. 83 
 
 *' Tush, it is nonsense," he muttered 
 impatiently, taking up the Field and at- 
 tempting to read. 
 
 But the printed characters appeared 
 like simple Hack lines to his eyes, and 
 his thoughts were husy with the strange 
 possibiHties which surrounded Davie. 
 Her mother's short life had been sad 
 enough ; he was eager that the life of the 
 daughter should be as free from care as 
 human foresight could make it. 
 
 Then he tried to divert his thoughts by 
 writing letters which he desired to have 
 ready for the evening post at Aboyne, 
 whither the waggonette would be going 
 presently.
 
 84 FANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE VII. 
 
 THE FIRST ARROW. 
 
 In spite of Eglinton's confidence in his 
 own judgment, after a practical exami- 
 nation of the mine in which he was ahoiit 
 to sink his fortune, the scepticism of 
 Medwyn had caused him to reflect — so 
 far as he could reflect ; for he was one of 
 those who jump to conclusions, clearing 
 quicksands at a bound, and ignoring their 
 existence until the fatal day when they 
 sink into one. 
 
 '' It's always a safe thing to predict a 
 failure ! " he exclaimed manfully. *^ If the
 
 THE FIRST ARROW. 85 
 
 thing turns up a trump, you can say with 
 a grace how glad you are that you were 
 mistaken ; and if it does fail, you can 
 shrug your shoulders in triumphant pity 
 and say, ' I told you so, but you would 
 not be advised' — which just means, ^ Serve 
 you right for not believing me to be a 
 Solomon/ What can Corbett know 
 about mining ? '' 
 
 But mines and disagreeable advice 
 were at once forgotten when, as he« 
 walked down the garden, he saw Davie 
 gathering flowers, with which she intended 
 to decorate the dinner-table. 
 
 He halted a moment, admiring the tall 
 graceful form of the girl — rendered more 
 graceful by the dehcate folds of the per- 
 fectly plain lavender dress she wore. 
 Her fair hair, simply drawn over the head 
 and arranged in a plaited rosette at the
 
 86 FANCY FREE. 
 
 back, was radiant under the soft glow of 
 the afternoon sun. At her feet was a flat 
 basket, in which she had already placed a 
 goodly array of ferns and flowers. She 
 was stooping to take it up when Eglinton 
 stepped forward. 
 
 '' Let me carry the basket, Miss Mor- 
 rison," he said eagerly. 
 
 '' Thank you, Mr. Eglinton, but it is 
 quite light," she answered, a Httle sur- 
 prised by his sudden appearance. 
 
 They were both stooping, each with 
 a hand upon the handle of the flower 
 basket ; they would have looked very 
 ridiculous in the eyes of a bystander if 
 one had seen them in that position. 
 They rose, their eyes met — his full of 
 admiration, hers full of mirth. Their 
 hands, somehow, met in the playful 
 contest for the possession of the basket.
 
 THE FIRST ARROW. 87 
 
 and Davie had no notion that the proper 
 thing for her to do was to instantly with- 
 draw her hand. She was utterly devoid 
 of that self-consciousness by which the 
 girl of the period instantly detects the 
 point at which an acquaintance or a friend 
 begins to change into the character of 
 a lover. It was to her nothing more 
 than a bit of fun on the part of a very 
 agreeable, if somewhat audacious ac- 
 quaintance. • 
 
 ^^ Do let me carry it," he said, as if his 
 whole life depended upon her granting 
 the appeal. 
 
 She laughed, and relinquished the 
 basket. 
 
 *^ Well, if you are so very anxious to 
 play carrier, you may ; but you have not 
 to bear the burden far — only into the 
 dining-room."
 
 88 FANCY FREE. 
 
 *^ I wonld carry it to tlie world's end," 
 he exclaimed, with a grand, melodramatic 
 air and a merry light in his eyes, and 
 adding quickly in softer tones — ^^ if you 
 were with me." 
 
 *^ I am afraid I should get tired before 
 we had gone many miles on the way, and 
 then you would have to carry me as well 
 as the basket." 
 
 ^' I would enjoy it all the more." 
 ^' Your enjoyment would not last long." 
 '* It would — and will — last for ever ! " 
 There was too much fervour in that 
 exclamation — too abrupt a change from 
 the tone of banter in which they had 
 been conversing. 
 
 Davie had not the least experience in 
 flirtation ; she was one of the very few 
 girls who reach their majority without 
 having had a love affair of any sort. She
 
 THE FIEST AEROW. 89 
 
 had no skill in the arts of coquetry, and 
 no suspicion that her innocent enjoyment 
 of his droll humour might be misunder- 
 stood by a man who had moved about the 
 world a good deal, and had encountered 
 many of the ordinary types of girlhood 
 and womanhood, to whom flattery and 
 admiration were always acceptable, being 
 always suggestive of possible marriage 
 settlements. 
 
 But there was something in the tone 
 of his last words, something in the ex- 
 pression of his face so earnest, that her 
 fawn-like eyes opened wonderingly and 
 gazed upon him with a dreamy sort of 
 pleasure, behind which lurked a vague 
 fear : it was just such an expression as 
 that with which a child first looks upon 
 a mechanical mouse, or a speaking doll. 
 Then, still in a dreamy way, still un-
 
 90 FANCY FREE. 
 
 certain about her own thonglits, she said 
 very gently — 
 
 ^* I am going in now." 
 
 ** Will you not gather some more 
 flowers ? I was hoping to be your escort 
 round the garden, and to obtain a lesson 
 in floriculture. I am very fond of 
 flowers, but I am the most ignorant 
 fellow in the world regarding their 
 names." 
 
 *^ You must wait for your lesson, 
 then," she answered, and she came back 
 from dreamland to the common earth ; 
 ** for I have enough flowers, and have to 
 arrange them and to dress myself before 
 Aunt Wybrant arrives. You know she 
 believes in fashion, and she would refuse 
 to acknowledge me if I appeared without 
 dressing in her especial honour." 
 
 **Then she must be " a fool he
 
 THE FIRST ARROW. 91 
 
 was going to say ; but, recollecting Idm- 
 self in time, turned the phrase into — 
 ** She must be very fastidious if she 
 would not be pleased with you as you 
 are now, for you could not look more 
 beautiful than at this moment even if 
 you were robed like the Queen of 
 Sheba." 
 
 Davie laughed heartily at this ex- 
 travagant comparison ; it seemed the 
 more funny as she recalled at the same 
 time some of the long epistles in which 
 Aunt Wybrant endeavoured to impress 
 upon her the high duty she owed to 
 herself, and particularly to society, to 
 dress well and in the fashion. She had 
 dutifully acknowledged the receipt of the 
 words of wisdom, and, like other sen- 
 sible women, followed her own simple 
 taste.
 
 02 FANCY FREE. 
 
 ^' That is a compliment," and she 
 made a pretty how; ''thank you, but I 
 am afraid my aunt and you will never 
 agree." 
 
 '' I only care to agree with you ; hut 
 if you wish me to please your aunt, I 
 shall say that her knowledge of what 
 ought to be is perfect, that her taste is 
 sublime, and that " 
 
 '' That I think you had better wait 
 until you see her," interrupted Davie, 
 again surveying him with that strange, 
 wondering look. She could not under- 
 stand him. She moved on towards the 
 house. 
 
 He felt a sudden chill. He had been 
 frivolous and too bold, forgetting that 
 this was not the child he used to tease 
 long ago, but a young lady to whom he 
 was almost a stranger. Therefore, he
 
 THE FIRST ARROW. 93 
 
 was silent for a few minntes ; and then, 
 swinging the fiower-basket on his fore- 
 finger, and watching its motion as if he 
 were calculating something, he said — 
 
 " I hope I have not done anything to 
 displease you. Miss Morrison ? '' 
 
 "What could make you think so?" 
 she asked, in new surprise. 
 
 '' Your aunt/' 
 
 **I see she has already taken posses- 
 sion of you, and I expect to see you 
 become her slave from the moment of 
 her arrival. She always contrives to 
 make everybody do everything for her." 
 
 " Then I shall join the throng — for 
 your sake. Having made that promise, 
 you can allow me to go in and watch 
 you arranging the flowers." 
 
 He entered the dining-room with her, 
 and when she had seated herself in a
 
 94 FANCY FREE. 
 
 large armchair by the window, he placed 
 himself before her, humbly holding the 
 basket. She proceeded to arrange the 
 flowers with deft fingers, but whilst she 
 was picking some from the basket, a 
 forget-me-not and a pansy fell upon the 
 floor. 
 
 ** This is for me — it is from you," cried 
 Eglinton, dropping on his knees to pick 
 up the tiny treasure. 
 
 The door opened, and Mistress Meg 
 entered. She was thunderstricken at 
 sight of the position in which she dis- 
 covered Eglinton, and was only able to 
 cry in her shrill voice — 
 
 '' Davie ! ''
 
 ( 95 ) 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 AT HAZAED. 
 
 ^^ Prepare to receive cavalry "was what 
 Eglinton said to himself, as he turned his 
 frank face to meet the astounded and 
 indignant gaze of Mistress Meg. The 
 Tower of Babel was absolutely quivering 
 with agitation. 
 
 Most men would have been abashed, 
 and made some blundering explanation of 
 the position. Eglinton took a wicked 
 deUght in Mistress Meg's bewilderment, 
 and he would have been very wilHng to 
 increase it had he not observed that
 
 96 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 Davie's cheeks were crimson, and tliat 
 her hands showed signs of nervousness as 
 they fastened the flowers together. 
 
 " I was just picking up these flowers, 
 Miss Corhett," he said, rising com- 
 posedly ; '' and I have been admiring the 
 genius Miss Morrison displays for this 
 kind of work." 
 
 "Ay, she's clever at it," was the 
 somewhat dry response ; '^ but you have 
 not seen her at her best, for what she has 
 done to-day is not nearly so good as 
 usual. I'm thinking, Mr. Eglinton, you 
 have been havering till her and taking 
 her mind off what she was doing." 
 
 " Oh, no, Aunty, he did not disturb me 
 in the least," cried Davie, smiling, " and 
 I fancied that I was to make a very 
 pretty display on the table this even- 
 ing."
 
 AT HAZARD. 97 
 
 '* And I sliall make bold to say that 
 the effect will be very pretty, although 
 Miss Corbett should condemn me to 
 banishment from the table and to porridge 
 in the kitchen for daring to contradict 
 her." 
 
 Mistress Meg forced herself to smile, 
 but the expression was so gruesome that 
 Eglinton's eyes meeting those of Davie 
 they had difficulty in restraining a burst 
 of laughter. 
 
 ''I'll no be so cruel as that for a first 
 offence, Mr. Eglinton " (she used to call 
 him George) ; '' but I'll take you to the 
 new billiard room, and Medwyn and you 
 can entertain yourselves while we get on 
 with our work. I have no liking for men 
 pottering about among womenfolk, for 
 they are for aye in the road." 
 
 " I would like to see this task finished 
 
 VOL I, H
 
 98 FANCY FREE. 
 
 — I am interested," pleaded Eglin- 
 ton ; ^' besides, Corbett has letters to 
 write." 
 
 '' Aye, but be has finished them and 
 was asking for you. It'll please me if 
 you leave Davie and me to finish what 
 we have to do in quietness." 
 
 *^ I obey. When you say it is to please 
 you. Miss Corbett, there is no alternative 
 left me," he said gallantly. Then, as he 
 bowed to Davie, he showed a sprig of the 
 forget-me-not in his hand, saying — "I 
 shall keep this, if you please. I am very 
 fond of this flower. May I take it ? " 
 
 ^'Oh, certainly," exclaimed Davie; 
 *^ you can have a whole bunch if you like. 
 "We have plenty of them." 
 
 He wondered — was she making fun of 
 him ? or did she really not understand the 
 reason why he chose this flower ?
 
 AT HAZARD. 99 
 
 ^^I shall be content with this if you 
 give it to me." 
 
 ** Come away, Mr. Eglinton," said 
 Mistress Meg; and she marshalled the 
 way along the hall, through a conserva- 
 tory, and into the new billiard room. 
 There she left him with the parting word 
 of consolation — '* I'll send Medwyn to 
 you in a minute. You'll find a game 
 with the bools a heap more entertaining 
 than a senseless gossip with a lassie likg 
 Davie." 
 
 Eglinton had his own opinion on that 
 score, and a very decided one. He 
 wished Mistress Meg had been — any- 
 where except in the dining-room to 
 interrupt what had been a pleasant con- 
 versation, and, what had promised to be 
 still more interesting, a playful lesson in 
 coquetry. He was fond of bilhards, and
 
 100 FANCY FREE. 
 
 yet when he took up a cue — without any 
 of that careful inspection of its fitness 
 which those who are experts always dis- 
 play—he banged away at the balls as if 
 he were trying to knock down somebody 
 who had annoyed him. The balls 
 clacked, ran up and down and across 
 the table in a wild way, and he scarcely 
 waited for them to stop before he made 
 another stroke, sending them flying about 
 again. 
 
 Medwyn entered, and for a minute 
 looked on with an amused smile at his 
 friend's performance. 
 
 ^' Are you trying flukes, Eglinton? 
 They sometimes turn up trumps, but 
 they don't win in the long run. I would 
 give you fifty in a hundred if you were 
 going to play in that way." 
 
 .*' All right, come on; but no, we shall
 
 AT HAZAED. 101 
 
 start even, and I shall do my best to 
 beat you. I know you won't bet, or I 
 would stake my " 
 
 He paused, and Medwyn, as he quietly 
 chalked his cue, suggested — 
 
 *' Your silver mine ? " 
 
 Eglinton had been about to say, ^' My 
 hopes of winning Davie on the game," 
 but he discreetly kept that idea to him- 
 self, and said, '^No; my shilling against 
 your sixpence. Come, break your rul^ 
 for once ; it adds to the zest of the game 
 when there is something depending on 
 the result, and I am in the humour to 
 play for something more than fun at 
 present.'* 
 
 ** That is a bad humour; I think that 
 play should always be for fun, as a dis- 
 tinction between it and work, which 
 should be always earnest and for a deli-
 
 102 FANCY FREE. 
 
 nite object. But I can gratify your 
 whim without altering my rule ; suppose 
 you think of something that you wish 
 very much to obtain, and play for that." 
 
 *^ Agreed," cried Eglinton gaily, taking 
 off his coat and hanging it up; ^^but I 
 shall not tell you what the something 
 is until we have finished." 
 
 ^'As you please. A hundred up and 
 you can break." 
 
 Eglinton began merrily, but taking 
 some care now that he had an opponent, 
 and he scored fifty when Medwyn had 
 only scored thirteen. The latter played 
 steadily and quietly, never attempting 
 a fluke, and watching the result of each 
 stroke with the interest which a chemist 
 feels in some new experiment. The more 
 points he gained the more excited Eglin- 
 ton became, and his eagerness to win
 
 AT HAZARD. 103 
 
 rendered him somewhat nervous. This 
 excitement increased as he found Med- 
 wyn gaining upon him and gradually re- 
 ducing the number of points between 
 them. He changed his cue, suggested 
 that the chalk was damp (bad signs 
 always), and finally observed that he 
 was not " in form " that afternoon, and 
 that he could always play much better 
 by gaslight than by daylight. During 
 the first part of the game he had been 
 laughing boisterously at every good stroke 
 he made and at every failure of his an- 
 tagonist. 
 
 "You are faint-hearted, Corbett," he 
 said, as he took the rest and prepared 
 to make a good stroke ; " and you know 
 faint heart never won either fair lady or 
 billiards." 
 
 ** We shall see," was Medwyn's answer,
 
 104 FANCY FREE. 
 
 smiling at his friend's philosophy as he 
 had done at his enthusiasm about the 
 mine. 
 
 But by-and-by Eglinton's mirth dis- 
 appeared, and his countenance assumed 
 that sour and yet despairing expression 
 of the gambler who has staked his last 
 sovereign. The score still stood in his 
 favour, ninety-nine, and he had only to 
 make one stroke to win the game. 
 Medwyn had now ninety-five to his credit, 
 and it was his turn to play. He chalked 
 his cue with unusual deliberation as he 
 put the question — 
 
 ^^ You seem so anxious, Eglinton, that 
 I would like to know what it is you are 
 playing for — is it much ? " 
 
 "Everything; but go on. You have 
 the game — cannon off the red and pocket. 
 You can do it easily if you try; and as
 
 AT HAZAKD. 105 
 
 I believe yon would not try if you knew 
 what I was thinking about, I shall not 
 tell you until you have played." 
 
 Medwyn played with every appearance 
 of care, and placed the ball close to one 
 of the upper pockets. Eglinton's next 
 stroke finished the game in his favour. 
 
 '^Won!" he cried joyfully, and then, 
 as if struck with commiseration for his 
 opponent, he added, ^^but you ought not 
 to have missed that shot ; I thought you 
 could not help taking it." 
 
 *'What is won?" asked Corbett, un- 
 disturbed; *^I was not playing for any 
 stake." 
 
 '^But I was, as you know, and the 
 stake was Miss Morrison. Funny idea, 
 wasn't it ? But it took possession of 
 me, and upon my word I felt as if all 
 my hopes depended on the game. Of
 
 106 FANCY FREE. 
 
 course it's only a joke, but I have won 
 and shall enjoy my dinner." 
 
 *^ You cannot rate your hopes very 
 highly, or you would not have hazarded 
 them in such a way as that," observed 
 Corbett ; " and I am sure the lady would 
 not regard your joke as a compliment." 
 
 Eglinton seated himself on the edge 
 of the billiard table and regarded his 
 friend with an expression of curiosity. 
 
 *'Do you always take the whims of 
 the moment so seriously, Corbett ? If 
 that is the effect of a quiet, steady-going 
 life such as yours, I give up the idea I 
 had a few hours ago of trying to imitate 
 your ways and give my adherence to 
 bustle, speculation, success, and the en- 
 joyment of it when it comes." 
 
 ^^But if it should be failure instead of 
 success ? "
 
 AT HAZARD. 107 
 
 '' The best skaters have an occasional 
 tumble, but they get up and fire away 
 again. That is what I would do. Here 
 is an aphorism — good digestion is the 
 secret of success in life ; and whenever 
 I see a man dealing with trifles as 
 solemnly as you do, I always say — that 
 man's dinner doesn't agree with him." 
 
 ^^ I hope you will never have to learn 
 how much your digestion depends upon 
 your circumstances. But I had no in- 
 tention of stirring up these extraordinary 
 depths of philosophy which you so sud- 
 denly reveal to me. I only intended to 
 hint that when a man sees a lady whom 
 he thinks he would like to make his 
 wife, the matter is not one to joke about. 
 Most men find it a very serious business 
 indeed." 
 
 " True enough," exclaimed Eglinton,
 
 108 FAKCY FREE. 
 
 when mentally he said, ^' the man is 
 surely in love with her himself." 
 
 And for the first time it occurred to 
 him that Corhett was not so old as he 
 looked.
 
 ( 109 ) 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 THE GUESTS. 
 
 Five guests arrived at Balnagairn on the 
 eve of Davie's majority. First, Harry 
 Bousfield, of Colborough, Yorkshire, and 
 his wife. He was a man over six feet 
 in height, broad in proportion, with a 
 solid head and a stoHd expression — his 
 wife always affectionately addressed him 
 and spoke of him as her '^stupid old 
 man," and he once observed that the 
 appellation was quite correct, because 
 he had married her. It was the only 
 joke he had ever attempted to make.
 
 110 FANCY FREE. 
 
 He had always been accounted a dunce 
 at school, and after his marriage he 
 continued to he regarded as a dunce at 
 home. His breed of cattle, however, was 
 not only famous in Yorkshire, but at 
 Smithfield and elsewhere ; and he was 
 universally acknowledged to be a high 
 authority in scientific farming. Every 
 new invention for lessening labour and 
 improving crops was sure to find a fair 
 trial on the lands of Harry Bousfield. 
 The cottages which he erected for his 
 labourers were accepted as models of 
 all the elements of utility, comfort, and 
 cheapness ; and he was eagerly sought 
 after as a judge at all the local and 
 county agricultural shows. At home he 
 remained the ^' stupid old man," although 
 he was little more than forty, and pos- 
 sessed of the vigour of youth.
 
 THE GUESTS. Ill 
 
 Mrs. Bousfield was the daughter of a 
 Bradford woollen manufacturer who had 
 made a large fortune. She was a plump, 
 pretty matron of thirty, with the skit- 
 tishness of a kitten, a passion for society, 
 a firm belief that life should be made 
 up of one continuous stream of laughter, 
 and with a secret craving for titles of 
 any kind, whilst affecting to be indif- 
 ferent to them. With this worthy 
 couple was Miss Hannah Schoumert, 
 who had been Mrs. Bousfield's school 
 companion and confidant, and continued 
 to be her most intimate friend. She 
 was a tall, graceful lady, with a pale 
 face and singularly bright eyes ; features 
 irregular, and when in repose presenting 
 no special attraction; but when she was 
 stirred by mirth or by interest in any 
 subject of conversation, the pale cheeks
 
 112 FANCY FREE. 
 
 flushed, the eyes sparkled, and she be- 
 came beautiful. She was about the 
 same age as her friend, Mrs. Bousfield, 
 who, in the playful way she had of 
 giving nicknames to everybody, had 
 christened her her ^^ dear old Blue," 
 because Miss Schoumert was given to 
 much study of various kinds, and was 
 strongly suspected of holding advanced 
 opinions in regard to woman's rights 
 and the equahty of the sexes. 
 
 Captain Albert Graham, K.N., and — 
 most important of all — Mrs. Beatrice 
 Wy brant, the sister of Davie's father 
 and of Medwyn's mother, completed the 
 number of guests who arrived in the 
 waggonette. 
 
 There was such a bustle in and about 
 the house as had not been known there 
 for many years. Mathers, the old butler,
 
 THE GUESTS. 113 
 
 reflected sadly that he was not so young 
 as he used to be, and that he would 
 not be able to stand much of this sort 
 of thing. It was all very well for an 
 evening when people came and went at 
 a decent hour, and there was no more 
 to do about them ; but when they came 
 to stay for a fortnight, and probably 
 longer, it became a serious affair, and 
 he was sure that the master could not 
 understand how his strength and pa- 
 tience was taxed. He believed, however, 
 that he could have given full attention 
 to everybody if only Mrs. Wy brant had 
 been absent. He had had experience 
 of her ^^ visitations," and the prospect 
 of another had cast a shadow over his 
 life during the last few days, notwith- 
 standing the pleasure he took in doing 
 anything in honour of Miss Davie. 
 
 VOL. I. I
 
 114 FANCY FREE. 
 
 His forebodings were promptly ful- 
 filled. Mrs. Wybrant was a widow, forty 
 at least in the estimation of others, 
 about sixteen in her own, in her robust 
 spirits, and in her utter insensibility to 
 the responsibilities of to-morrow. She 
 lived for the day and thoroughly en- 
 joyed it, never heeding who might be 
 suffering. She had an income of £500 
 a year, was always in a state of im- 
 pecuniosity, and yet never hesitated to 
 gratify her fancy for anything in the 
 way of dress or luxury. On one of the 
 many occasions when Medwyn had come 
 to her relief she appeared to be in the 
 extremity of distress, and with the 
 money he gave her to pay pressing 
 debts she bought a parrot and a dia- 
 mond ring ! How she managed to get 
 on only her friends and her creditors
 
 THE GUESTS. 115 
 
 knew. She had no idea about it her- 
 self. 
 
 She had apartments in a side street 
 sufficiently near Park Lane to be on 
 the borders of that mysterious and un- 
 defined circle called ^^ society." In the 
 season she hired a brougham, left cards 
 everywhere, and in return received cards, 
 invitations to afternoon tea, to *^ at 
 homes," where she saw *' everybody," 
 and occasionally to dinner at the houses 
 of some old friends of her brother. 
 She regarded herself as a most distin- 
 guished lady of fashion. 
 
 About ten minutes after her arrival at 
 Balnagairn she had successfully upset all 
 poor Mathers' arrangements for the 
 evening. She seemed to spend her time 
 in ringing the bell for the most trivial 
 requirements, and the door was scarcely
 
 116 FANCY FREE. 
 
 closed when she remembered something 
 else, so that the bell rang again, and 
 there was a constant trotting up and 
 down the servants' staircase to her room. 
 Mr. Mathers was a very respectable 
 man ; he had been an esteemed member 
 of the Free Kirk since the Disruption ; 
 faithful to his master's interests, and 
 steady in the performance of his duty. 
 He had so strong an objection to worldly 
 frivolities that he declined a very ad- 
 vantageous engagement because he would 
 be required to goto London in the season. 
 London was in his eyes the magnet 
 which attracted all wickedness ; and he 
 would not go, lest he should fall. Mrs. 
 Wybrant lived in London ; she took part 
 in all its frivolities.; and that was 
 enough to make him her enemy. But 
 when she came to upset all the arrange-
 
 THE GUESTS. 117 
 
 ments of this orderly household, he felt 
 that the burden was alraost greater than 
 he could bear. 
 
 Mistress Meg had a similar opinion on 
 this subject, but she had the reHef of 
 being occasionally able to express it. As 
 when the company had been kept wait- 
 ing more than half-an-hour Mrs. Wy- 
 brant entered the drawing-room with the 
 exclamation — 
 
 '^ My dear Margaret, I hope I have not 
 kept you waiting." 
 
 " 'Deed have you, though, and every- 
 thing will be fusionless in consequence," 
 was the disagreeably honest reply. 
 
 ^^ I am so sorry, my dear," said Mrs. 
 Wybrant, with an emphasis on the ^^ so," 
 but the tone conveyed not the slightest 
 indication of regret for any inconvenience 
 she might have caused. ^' You see, the
 
 113 FANCY FREE. 
 
 time was so short that one could scarcely 
 make oneself look like a Christian with- 
 out a little delay." 
 
 Hhe was a short, stout, florid woman, 
 Avith small quick eyes, and if she was not 
 witty in herself she was unconsciously 
 tlie source of much amusement to others. 
 Turning to Davie, who was talking with 
 Mr. and Mrs. Bousfield, she kissed her 
 effusively. 
 
 ^' You look charming, my dear, hut — " 
 whispering with affectionate anxiety — 
 '^why do you wear a yellow rose? It 
 does not become your complexion at all. 
 You must study these things — they are 
 of the greatest importance to a girl in 
 your position." 
 
 Eglinton had a faint recollection of 
 having seen this fussy little lady long ago, 
 and the recollection was not an agreeable
 
 THE GUESTS. 119 
 
 one ; therefore lie was diagrined when he 
 found himself appointed to conduct her 
 to the dinner table. That was no doubt 
 a cruel joke on Corbett's part, he 
 thought ; but if there was any fun in it 
 at all, the credit of the arrangement was 
 due to Mistress Meg, who had resolved 
 to keep him as far apart from Davie as 
 possible. Eglinton had a knack of suit- 
 ing himself to circumstances, and remem- 
 bering the position which Mrs. Wybrant 
 held in relation to Miss Morrison, he set 
 himself with all his might to please her. 
 He succeeded to such an extent that 
 when the ladies adjourned to the drawdng- 
 room, Mrs. Wybrant's first exclamation 
 was — 
 
 '^ What an exceedingly pleasant young 
 man Eglinton has turned out ! He was 
 a mere boy when I saw him last, and, to
 
 120 FANCY FREE. 
 
 tell you the truth, my dear, I thought 
 him a fool." 
 
 She extolled him as a marvel of the 
 beneficial effects of travelling, and hinted 
 that her niece must prepare herself to 
 undergo a similar process of cultivation ; 
 she tried to repeat some of the funny 
 stories with which he had so amused her 
 that she had been scarcely able to take 
 her dinner for laughing — but she did not 
 remember the point of one of them, and 
 could only assure her auditors that it 
 really was ^* very nice." 
 
 She would have spoken differently if 
 she could only have known with what 
 relish Eglinton emptied his glass of cham- 
 pagne when the door closed upon the 
 ladies, and said to himself — " Thank 
 heaven, that's over." 
 
 '^By-the-way, Bousfield," said Medwyn
 
 THE GUESTS. 121 
 
 as lie passed the claret, ^' have you any 
 spare money to invest? Because our 
 friend Eglinton has come back to us with 
 a scheme for making our fortunes by 
 means of a silver mine which he and 
 some friends of his have discovered." 
 
 " I only said it was as promising a 
 speculation as I have ever come across," 
 interpolated Eglinton, *' and if it proves 
 to be a mistake, don't blame me. I be- 
 lieve in it, and that's why I risk every- 
 thing in it. Davidson believes in it, and 
 he is 'cute enough to know on which side 
 his bread is buttered." 
 
 *' Davidson," muttered Bousfield ; 
 ^' why, that was the name of one of 
 the fellows Morrison took out with him 
 to India." 
 
 " That is just what I wanted to learn," 
 said Corbett. ^' You were the last who
 
 122 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 saw Morrison before he left England, and 
 as this Davidson appears to know some- 
 thing about ns, I was curious to know 
 something about him. What was he ? " 
 
 ^'I don't know," replied Bousfield, in 
 his slow way, " but according to Morri- 
 son's account he was one of the cleverest 
 fellows in the world — up to all sorts of 
 tricks, as sharp as a razor, with a hawk's 
 eye for the main chance in everything, 
 and cunning enough to keep always on 
 the right side of the law. The only 
 objection Morrison had to him was that 
 he was too clever. Where did you meet 
 him?" 
 
 Eglinton explained, and Bousfield with 
 a loud laugh answered : 
 
 '' Well, I never give advice — I only say 
 what I would, do ; and if this man be the 
 same we are thinking about, and if I were
 
 THE GUESTS. 123 
 
 you, I would get out of the business as 
 quickly as possible." 
 
 The servant entered and presented a 
 card to Corbett. He looked up in amaze- 
 ment, and then, smiling, said — 
 
 ^* Gentlemen, it will surprise you, but 
 I have to announce the arrival of Mr. 
 Davidson. Show him in, please."
 
 124 FANCY FllEE. 
 
 CHAPTEK X. 
 
 AN INTEKESTING VISITOE. 
 
 Me. Davidson ! It was a matter of amuse- 
 ment as well as amazement to the com- 
 pany that the man about whom they had 
 been speaking so much should turn up 
 just at that moment, the more surprising 
 as the place was one not easily reached. 
 
 Bousfield muttered *' Speak of the 
 something and there you are." A tall 
 gentleman just such as Eglinton had de- 
 scribed entered the room. There was a 
 curious combination of age and yet of 
 nervous activity. Very calm and evi-
 
 AN INTERESTING VISITOR. 125 
 
 dently a man capable of taking advantage 
 of every opportunity to serve himself. 
 
 Corbett rose and for a moment paused 
 with an expression of bewilderment on 
 his face. 
 
 ^^ I am pleased to see you, sir," he said 
 with some awkwardness, owing to his 
 astonishment ; *'but you are so strangely 
 like a friend of ours that your appearance 
 startled me for the moment." 
 
 Eglinton, who had already risen from 
 his chair, shook hands with the visitor 
 with much warmth, and said, ^*How on 
 earth did you come here at this time ? " 
 
 Mr. Davidson smiled. *' I ought to 
 have apologised before now for being here 
 at all, but my friend Morrison was so 
 closely attached to me in friendship that, 
 having business to do in Aberdeen, I have 
 taken the liberty to come here to ask you
 
 126 FANCY FREE. 
 
 to permit me to see Miss Morrison, 
 knowing that she attains her majority to- 
 morrow." 
 
 Corbett still looked puzzled, but main- 
 tained the courtesy of a host, and after 
 offering the usual civilities, which Mr. 
 Davidson declined, saying that his time 
 was short, conducted him into the library. 
 Then he sent for Davie. Whilst they 
 were waiting for her, Corbett expressed 
 his surprise at the singular resemblance 
 of Mr. Davidson to Miss Morrison's 
 father. 
 
 ''He used to laugh at that," answered 
 Davidson; "it was often remarked 
 amongst us. In our expeditions we 
 were usually taken for brothers. It is 
 singular how these resemblances occur. 
 But nature plays strange freaks." 
 
 This was said with a curious laugh,
 
 AN INTERESTING VISITOR. 127 
 
 which Corbett could not understand, but 
 he noticed the pecuUar expression on the 
 man's face as he spoke. 
 
 At that moment Davie entered the 
 room, and Medwyn introduced her to the 
 strange visitor. Davidson turned to him, 
 and said — 
 
 ^'I am obliged to ask your leave to 
 permit me to speak to Miss Morrison 
 alone." 
 
 Davie was as much amazed by his. 
 singular request as Corbett was himself. 
 
 Davidson observed this, and added, '' I 
 ought to say that I have a particular 
 reason for this request." 
 
 Corbett looked for a moment at Davie, 
 and as she seemed to give consent^ he 
 bowed and left the room. 
 
 Then Mr. Davidson offered her a chair. 
 She sat down ; utterly bewildered by the
 
 128 FANCY FREE. 
 
 singular position in whicli she was placed, 
 and yet not displeased by the presence of 
 the stranger, who was polite, and his 
 white beard entitled him to some respect, 
 but she had an amount of reserve which 
 prevented her from at once admitting 
 him to the privilege of friendship. 
 
 '^ I have no doubt you are surprised by 
 my singular request to see you alone. 
 Do you not know me ? " 
 
 She was startled by the strange question, 
 and drew back. The man smiled at her 
 terror. " I did not think you could, but 
 perhaps you will be surprised and, it may 
 be, not pleased when you learn that I am 
 your father." 
 
 The gentlemen had gone up to the 
 drawing-room, and the ladies were most 
 gracious; but to Eglinton the whole
 
 • AN INTEKESTINa VISITOR. 129 
 
 thing was stale, flat, and unprofitable 
 because Davie was not there. At last he 
 took courage to ask where she was, and 
 as he did so Mr. Davidson led her into 
 the room. 
 
 She looked very pale, but quiet. There 
 was a strange light in her eyes, as if 
 there was something she could not under- 
 stand in the whole proceeding. 
 
 Mr. Davidson', cool as ever, walked 
 forward to Corbett, and said to him, ^' I 
 have now seen Miss Morrison, and I am 
 satisfied. I wish you good night." 
 
 Corbett, with his sense of hospitality, 
 and in spite of his intense dislike to the 
 man, said, ^* No ; you must stay here to- 
 night, and I must ask you to go with me 
 into another room, as I have something 
 to say to you." 
 
 Davidson bowed, and said ^' Certainly." 
 
 VOL. I. K
 
 130 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 They walked together into the library, 
 leaving Davie sitting in a strange dazed 
 way on the couch. 
 
 When Corbett was alone with him, he 
 first offered him a cigar ; then, when 
 Davidson had seated himself, Corbett, 
 standing by the fireplace, said — 
 
 u There is something very peculiar, Mr. 
 Davidson, in yonr arrival and in the 
 effect which your conversation has pro- 
 duced upon Miss Morrison. Will you 
 explain to me what it means ? " 
 
 ^'I have no explanation to offer. My 
 conversation with her related to her 
 father, and to him alone." 
 
 '*You were with him when he died, I 
 believe ? " 
 
 There was that strange smile again 
 upon Davidson's face as he answered, 
 **yes," with a peculiar emphasis upon
 
 AN INTERESTING VISITOR. 131 
 
 the word, ^' and I saw him die. You are 
 aware that I arranged all his affairs for 
 him, and Messieurs Take & Co., Calcutta, 
 will supply you with any further informa- 
 tion you may require." 
 
 "But, come now," said Corhett, "can 
 we not come to some understanding ; or 
 will you wait over to-night, and perhaps 
 to-morrow you may be more willing to 
 speak ? " 
 
 Davidson remained silent. 
 
 Corhett rang the hell. When the 
 servant came he requested that Mr. 
 Eglinton should he sent down to him. 
 When Eglinton came in, Corhett sug- 
 gested that they should have some con- 
 versation about the mine, and then left 
 the room. He went straight to the 
 drawing-room, and, with an apology to 
 the guests, took Davie by the hand and
 
 132 FANCY FREE. 
 
 led her out. When they had got into 
 the parlour, he held her by both hands, 
 and looking at her with earnest affection, 
 he said, *' Tell me, Davie. What has 
 this man been saying ? " 
 She was silent. 
 
 '' Speak, Davie. I know he has told 
 you something which has frightened you. 
 You promised that when you were in 
 trouble you would speak to me. Speak 
 to me now." 
 
 *' I. cannot answer," she replied, and 
 poor Davie's face was full of sorrow. 
 
 "I will not press you any farther just 
 now, but I know there is something that 
 he has said to you that is causing you 
 great trouble, and I know that when you 
 think a little longer you will tell me what 
 it is. Be sure that I am ready to do any- 
 thing that will serve you."
 
 AN INTERESTING VISITOR. 133 
 
 And then suddenly drawing her head 
 towards him and kissing her on the brow, 
 he murmured, '^ My darling, why is it you 
 won't trust me ? '' 
 
 Looking at him with apathetic quietness 
 in her eyes, she answered — 
 
 ^^ Medwyn, why will you not trust me ? 
 I cannot tell you what he has said, but 
 it has been something to startle me — 
 something so strange that I don't know 
 how to believe it. If it is true, then all 
 you have told me was wrong, and I cannot 
 believe that either. Do forgive me for 
 to-night. Let me go to my room. To- 
 morrow I shall be calmer, and then I may 
 be able to take your advice. But I cannot 
 tell you what this man has said." 
 
 Corbett released her hands and said, 
 ^* My poor child, you need rest ; but 
 before this man leaves the house I will 
 discover the cause of your trouble."
 
 134 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 CHAPTEK XI. 
 
 THE PUZZLE. 
 
 Davie in her own room sat down and cried. 
 The revelation had been so strange, and 
 the conditions attaching to it so much 
 stranger, that the poor child felt as if the 
 whole sunshine of her young life had 
 disappeared. 
 
 How was it this man could claim her 
 as his child ? 
 
 He had shown her the letters of her 
 mother, which she could recognize, and 
 how could she doubt that he was the man 
 he represented himself to be ?
 
 THE PUZZLE. 135 
 
 The strange words whicli he had spoken 
 to her told her a strange story — that he 
 had for reasons of his own made use of 
 the death of Davidson to assume his 
 place, and had for so many years been 
 silent because he wished to tell her that 
 when he claimed her as his daughter she 
 was the heiress of a large fortune. He 
 had done so much already — he had won 
 so much and lost so much — that he still 
 hoped he would be able to make her 
 one of the richest women in the country. 
 But fortune had gone against him — only 
 for a nttle while, for he knew that he had 
 the power to overcome fortune. She was 
 to wait only for a little while and he 
 would prove to her that she was the 
 daughter of a man of genius. 
 
 But, meanwhile, she was to be ab- 
 solutely silent about his re-appearance.
 
 136 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 She had no reason to complain, for he 
 had left her sufficient to make her life 
 easy and comfortable ; as she was already- 
 aware. 
 
 All this was true, and therefore Davie 
 was astounded — the more astounded 
 when she read the letters of her mother. 
 How could she doubt when there were 
 these treasures presented to her to prove 
 the truth of what the man said ? And 
 yet there was a doubt in her mind which 
 she could not explain even to herself. 
 That he was like her father she knew 
 from Medwyn's exclamation ; that he 
 was her father seemed true, because he 
 had her mother's letters ; more so that 
 he showed her a portion of her mother's 
 hair — at which her heart grew sore, for 
 she had no such relic. 
 
 She swayed to and fro in her chair
 
 THE PUZZLE. 137 
 
 trying to work out the problem how she 
 was to act. To tell Medwyn was to 
 break the pledge she had given to the 
 man ; to deny Medwyn was to break 
 the promise she had given to him. She 
 could not see any way out of the diffi- 
 culty. 
 
 But while she was crying and trying 
 to solve this curious puzzle Mrs. Wybrant 
 burst into the room. 
 
 " My dear child, what is the meaning, 
 of all this? You are ill. We must see 
 at once what we can do for you ; and 
 the first thing that I think should be 
 done is that we should have a pic-nic 
 to-morrow." 
 
 The absurdity of this proposal in con- 
 trast with the grief of the girl was even 
 to her in her condition enough to cause 
 a smile.
 
 138 FANCY FREE. 
 
 Mrs. Wybrant regarded that as a good 
 sign, and thought her influence was 
 ah'eady proving of good effect. 
 
 ^' I would rather be left at home to- 
 day, if you please, for just now there are 
 matters stranger than you can imagine 
 passing within me." 
 
 ^' What nonsense, my dear child ! 
 You have nothing of serious consequence 
 to trouble you. You are rich — com- 
 paratively, that is; you are free — that 
 is to say, you can do as you like ; and 
 yet you are fretting, as if you were a 
 woman with all the cares of the world 
 upon your head. They will come soon 
 enough : don't meet them. I have had 
 troubles, too, but I always left them 
 aside, and took to the pleasure that was 
 given to me." 
 
 Davie raised her head in a wearied way
 
 THE PUZZLE. 139 
 
 and said — '^Aimt Wybrant, will you 
 leave me ? " 
 
 <« Why so ? Surely I can comfort you, 
 surely I can be of use to you ? " 
 
 *^No," slie answered sadly; ^'no one 
 can be of use to me just now." 
 
 Mrs. Wybrant, with her breast swelling 
 like that of a pigeon in the presence of 
 a rival, and with an amount of severity 
 in her voice, said: "That is not right, 
 Davie. You understand that I am now 
 your guardian, — I am, indeed, your 
 mother ; or at least I take your mother's 
 place; and I demand to know why you 
 are ill and who has made you ill ? " 
 
 Davie, with a helpless look, implored 
 her to leave her alone. 
 
 " Yery good, child ; I shall leave you 
 alone till to-morrow ; and then I expect 
 you to be ready to drive with us to 
 Braemar."
 
 140 FANCY FBEE. 
 
 ^* To-morrow is Sunday," pleaded 
 Davie. 
 
 ^' So much the better ; we shall go to 
 the church, and maybe see the Queen 
 and the rest of the royal family. That 
 would be a very good idea," said Mrs. 
 Wybrant, with a laugh. ''It is rather 
 a long drive ; but we can do it easily, 
 and I see an outing will do you good." 
 
 " Very well, I will do whatever you 
 wish," said Davie, " if you will only leave 
 me alone just now." 
 
 " Leave you alone, poor child ! " Mrs. 
 "Wybrant said, with that assumption of 
 authority and that intonation of forced 
 affection which is always disagreeable — 
 " certainly, if you wish me to do so. But 
 why should I leave you ? " 
 
 Davie's face suddenly became hard and 
 cold. She rose ; then, with a voice so
 
 THE PUZZLE. 141 
 
 firm that it astounded her aunt, an- 
 swered — 
 
 "Because I wish it." 
 
 " Oh, very well, my dear. I wanted to 
 comfort you. I do not wish to disturb 
 you. But remember that to-morrow you 
 must be ready to go with us on our pro- 
 posed journey. It will be delightful 
 going over the hills ; delightful to be at 
 the church ; delightful to have dinner at 
 Braemar ; and altogether we shall have , 
 a day of unmitigated enjoyment." 
 
 With that she swept out of the room 
 with the air of one who had done the 
 duty of a good Samaritan, and immedi- 
 ately went to the piano in the drawing- 
 room, where she strummed in such a way 
 as to cause annoyance to everybody, 
 although politeness would not allow any- 
 body to speak.
 
 142 FANCY FREE. 
 
 Corbett had again returned to the room 
 and inquired for Eghnton, who presently 
 appeared ; and on asking him where Mr. 
 Davidson was, he received the informa- 
 tion that he had gone. 
 
 ^' Gone where," said Corbett, '' at this 
 time of night ? " 
 
 ** Well," replied Eglinton, ^' he said he 
 was going to Aboyne. He had his horse 
 ready, and in this house he could not 
 rest. He asked me to make an excuse 
 for him, but I am forced to tell the 
 truth." 
 
 Corbett shrugged his shoulders. 
 
 '' Well, he is simply the most incom- 
 prehensible being that I have ever met. 
 What do you think of him ? " 
 
 '^ Just what I have told you before — 
 that he is the cleverest fellow I have ever 
 met."
 
 THE PUZZLE. 143 
 
 At this juncture Bousfield, in his rough 
 way, said — 
 
 ^^ He is a most inconsiderate scoundrel, 
 and if I were you I would at once pursue 
 him and force him to explain the reasons 
 of his visit here and how he has so 
 affected Miss Morrison." 
 
 Medwynfelt that there was truth in the 
 words, and that he had failed in the 
 purpose he had intended. The man's 
 escape was almost more than he could 
 endure, and he felt inclined to follow 
 Bousfield's advice and to pursue him as 
 fast as possible. He stood for a moment 
 in hesitation ; then he shook his head, 
 saying— 
 
 *^ We can wait."
 
 144 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 CHAPTEK XII. 
 
 THE EXCUESION. 
 
 A BEiGHT morning, with tlie sun shining 
 on the dull grey landscape. Eglinton 
 was out early ready for the journey, and 
 again found Davie in the garden. All 
 round about was the bloom of the 
 heather; within their immediate circle 
 were the blossoms of many trees and 
 the fragrance of many roses. 
 
 He, advancing to her, congratulated 
 her upon the day of her majority, and 
 hoped that many birthdays might return 
 in happiness.
 
 THE EXCUKSIOI^. 145 
 
 As they walked along the shaded path, 
 he talked nonsense and quoted poetry. 
 She listened, with sad eyes, occasionally 
 speaking a word and saying yes, it was 
 good, or it was bad. 
 
 '' Shall I tell you," said Eglinton, 
 ^' one of the old verses of Tennyson which 
 I have associated with you ? The lines 
 are short, and I will repeat them if you 
 will listen. 
 
 She walked on with a bowed head, and 
 he murmured that old sonnet : — 
 
 " As when with downcast eyes we muse and brood, 
 And ebb into a former life, we seem 
 To lapse far back in a confused dream 
 
 To states of mystical similitude ; 
 
 If one but speaks or hems or stirs his chair, 
 Ever the wonder waxeth more and more, 
 So that we say, ' all this hath been before. 
 
 All this hath been I know not when or where. 
 So. friend, when first I looked upon your face 
 
 Our thoughts gave answer, each to each so true — 
 
 VOL. I. L
 
 146 FANCY FREE. 
 
 Opposed mirrors each reflecting each — 
 
 Altbo' I knew not in what time or place, 
 Methought that I had often met with you 
 And each had lived in the other's heart and speech." 
 
 Davie was in a too distressed state of 
 mind to appreciate the lines which Eghn- 
 ton quoted. But she felt that in his 
 words there was something more than 
 mere quotation. 
 
 She mentally echoed them, and then 
 said — 
 
 '' The lines are interesting; where did 
 you learn them, and why ? " 
 
 ^^ I learned them for you." 
 
 He pressed her hand in such a way 
 that she drew back, and he instantly 
 said — 
 
 <« Forgive me, I have been too rash, 
 but the morning and the place seemed 
 suitable for a confession of "
 
 THE EXCURSION. 147 
 
 ^' Of what ? " she asked, somewhat 
 sternly. 
 
 '' Of the fact that I love you." 
 
 The underlying sense of humour which 
 Davie possessed rose at that moment, 
 and in spite of all the sorrow which 
 had been suddenly cast upon her, she 
 felt like her old self, and said with a 
 laugh — 
 
 ''Don't you think, Mr. Eglinton, that 
 you should wait a little before you make 
 such a serious assertion. I am quite 
 ready to believe in your sincerity, but I 
 would prefer to have a little longer 
 acquaintance before I accept the offer of 
 your love — if we may call it so." 
 
 '' Call it so ? Why not ? I do love 
 you. You may not believe it, but I have 
 thought of you since you were a child. 
 I have remembered you in many strange
 
 148 FAKCY FEEE. 
 
 situations and many strange places, and 
 now I come to claim you." 
 
 Davie, still treating the matter as one 
 of fun, answered — 
 
 ^' Mr. Egiinton, you are really very 
 humorous, but you must not think that I 
 can believe all you say. I am amused by 
 what you have told me, and interested in 
 the verses you have quoted ; but, for the 
 rest, you must wait." 
 
 He, bowing his head seriously, said, ** I 
 shall wait — wait until you are ready and 
 willing to give me your hand." 
 
 She laughed at his earnestness and 
 seemed to be merrier than she had been 
 for some time. 
 
 '•Yery good, Mr. Egiinton, when Leo 
 again brings you to me I will give you an 
 answer." 
 
 At that time there w^as a general
 
 THE EXCUESION. 149 
 
 summons to dress for the excursion, and, 
 much to his chagrin, Eglinton was sepa- 
 rated from Davie. 
 
 The large waggonette was the vehicle 
 chosen for the drive over the hills. Mrs. 
 Wybrant appeared in a flaring hat and 
 high-coloured dress, which was sufficient 
 to attract the attention of anybody. Miss 
 Schoubert was very quietly dressed, and 
 Davie, of course, appeared in the simplest 
 possible costume. Bousfield decided to 
 drive, and the party started in all good 
 humour — the fact that Mr. Davidson had 
 taken his departure having apparently 
 made a satisfactory impression upon all 
 the company. 
 
 They drove up the grey roads, the 
 perfume of the heather in their nostrils, 
 the keen air exhilarating their spirits, 
 and the waving lines of hills suggesting 
 beauty and interest to their minds.
 
 150 FANCY FREE. 
 
 In the drive Davie almost forgot the 
 trouble which had come upon her. She 
 seemed to begin a new life. 
 
 A new life due to the wonderful re- 
 cuperative powers of youth. The scent 
 of the heather delighted her, and when 
 on reaching the first height they came to 
 a well, the stonework of which had been 
 arranged by a village simpleton in re- 
 membrance of his benefactor, she jumped 
 out quite gaily and drank a cup of the 
 water to the memory of the unknown 
 hero who was in this strange place en- 
 dowed with monumental honours. To 
 most of the party it was a surprise to 
 find deep vales and hills covered with 
 sheep ; and then broad stretches of moor- 
 land ; and again farms and villages with 
 all the signs of homely comfort about 
 tliem. At one place they passed over
 
 THE EXCURSION. 151 
 
 a bridge that spanned a deep ravine, 
 the road having a peculiar tnrn at that 
 point which required skilful management 
 of horses to cross in safety. But Bousfield 
 was a good driver and he only laughed 
 at the hysterical exclamations of Mrs. 
 Wybrant. She became more fussy and 
 hysterical when E glint on' s hat was blown 
 off and flew down the scarp of the hill, 
 and he had to follow it, with apparently 
 every danger of tumbling headlong over 
 the rough boulders into the ravine. 
 
 He secured his hat, however, and re- 
 turned with a merry smile upon his face, 
 which was only the reflection of that of 
 all the party except Mrs. Wybrant. 
 
 ^^ It is easier to get down than up," 
 said Eglinton laughing. ^' I am sorry to 
 have kept you waiting, but one can't go 
 driving through the country without a 
 hat."
 
 152 FANCY FREE. 
 
 '^ Good gracious, Mr. Eglinton," said 
 Mrs. Wybrant, "I did not think you 
 would risk your life for the sake of a hat." 
 
 '^ There was no risk at all," he said re- 
 assuringly, and the whole party laughed. 
 
 To all the party except Medwyn and 
 Davie it was a new world they had 
 entered. They had passed the Grampians 
 on one side in proceeding to Aberdeen, 
 and on the other side as they had 
 journeyed by rail down the side of the 
 Dee to Ballater, but they had never 
 understood that on the top of the hills 
 was a larg:e population. 
 
 '^ Dear me," exclaimed Mrs. Wybrant, 
 ^'I thought there was nothing but snow 
 on the tops of the Grampians, and here I 
 find people and schools and churches^ and 
 I must say a very lovely country." 
 
 Medwyn smiled and said —
 
 THE EXCUKSION. 153 
 
 *' You see you have always made your 
 journey by the railway, and therefore you 
 could not conceive how much beauty there 
 was on the hill-tops. But you can judge 
 for yourself of the beauty of the place, 
 although you may still see snow on some 
 of the cairns or on Lochnagar. I assure 
 you people can live very happily here." 
 
 ^' No doubt," she said snappishly ; 
 "that is, people who care for nothing 
 else but living." 
 
 Bousfield broke in with his hearty' 
 laugh — 
 
 " And what else are the people to do 
 but to think of their living and what they 
 can get to live upon ? I should say that 
 the happiest state we could reach would 
 be that in which we should have no 
 thought of living at all but simply to 
 vegetate."
 
 154 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 Mrs. Wybrant turned her head away, 
 disdaining to answer such a proposition. 
 
 To the others the question and the 
 answer afforded much merriment. 
 
 They arrived at Ballater in time to 
 have breakfast, change horses, and to 
 proceed to Crathie. 
 
 To Medwyn the outing was anything 
 but pleasant. Apart from his annoyance 
 at the fact that Davidson had escaped 
 him, there was before his eyes a very clear 
 evidence that Davie and Eglinton were 
 becoming more than friends. He blamed 
 himself for feeling vexed at this; he 
 reproached himself for even wishing to 
 interfere — and yet he was sorely troubled. 
 At last he owned to himself that he could 
 not part with Davie. 
 
 On the top of Morven the sun shone 
 brilliantly, and as they passed Abergeldie
 
 THE EXCURSION". 155 
 
 they were not a little amused to see 
 some of the domestics of the Prince of 
 Wales crossing the river in a basket 
 swung on a rope. They came to the 
 grey church of Crathie, situated upon a 
 hill looking so peaceful that it seemed 
 a fitting place for calm worship. When 
 they entered church they found it 
 crammed with visitors, and the ordinary 
 congregation almost driven out of their 
 places. Her Majesty entered by the 
 private staircase, and as much attention 
 was shown in the eyes of the people to 
 the Prince and Princess of Wales as to 
 herself. The service proceeded without 
 any distinct recognition of royalty being 
 present. 
 
 The preacher, a tall man with an in- 
 tellectual face, an eminent professor in 
 one of our northern colleges, delivered
 
 156 FANCY FREE. 
 
 his sermon without any reference and 
 without any apparent deference to the 
 distinguished audience to which he had 
 to preach. It was notable that he did 
 not even Hft his eyes to any of the royal 
 party, hut proceeded as calmly as if he 
 had been preaching to an ordinary con- 
 gregation. The sermon certainly touched 
 upon the affairs of the world, but only 
 on the affairs which were always occur- 
 ring. His text was a simple one, and 
 when he prayed it was that the world 
 might have peace. When the service 
 was over the people quitted the church 
 in quite as orderly a way as if no one 
 of distinction had been present. 
 
 Mrs. Wybrant, however, highly excited 
 by the pleasure of seeing royalty, was 
 much disappointed that there was no 
 element of excitement in the other
 
 THE EXCURSION. 157 
 
 people. She could not understand the 
 Queen appearing in such a small, stuffy 
 church, as she called it, without any- 
 body recognizing her. She just seemed 
 to be like an ordinary woman, the only 
 difference being that her Majesty left the 
 church before the other people. 
 
 They returned to the waggonette, 
 which had been put up at a small way- 
 side inn, and Davie laughed very much 
 at her aunt's indignation that the Queen 
 had not made a speech or done some-' 
 thing unusual. Then they drove on, 
 still by the river, past the Lion's Face, 
 past the Castle of Braemar, and presently 
 arrived at Braemar itself, where they 
 had arranged to dine. 
 
 But as there was some time to wait 
 for dinner the party separated with the 
 intention of taking a view of the sur-
 
 158 FANCY FREE. 
 
 rounding scenery. The Linn of Quoich 
 was an object of interest to Davie, 
 and with wilhng steps she accompanied 
 Eglinton in order to obtain at least a 
 ghmpse of it. But somehow they wan- 
 dered down by the river at the back of 
 the village, and lingered long gazing at 
 the water as it flowed onwards. They 
 were under the shade of the trees, and 
 Eglinton again took his opportunity. 
 The river, shallow and glistening under 
 the sunlight, and reflecting the trees, 
 seemed as it murmured along to be a 
 fitting chorus to a tale of love. 
 
 ^' Fine scenery round about here. Miss 
 Morrison," said Eglinton, with a chuckle 
 of enjoyment at his own commonplace 
 observation. 
 
 '^ Beautiful," was her answer, with an 
 equal sense of the commonplace but with
 
 THE EXCURSION. 159 
 
 deeper feeling of the beauty of the 
 scenery which suriounded her. 
 
 ''Don't you think that one could be 
 happy in such a place as this?" 
 
 '' Yes, one might be, but two might 
 not," she answered with a laugh. '' I 
 have often puzzled myself by what rule 
 of arithmetic two are made into one, 
 but I always understood the people who 
 marry were transformed into that sin- 
 gular condition. Although, by the way, 
 I find that railway clerks do not recog- 
 nize it. They show their wisdom in 
 that, because ifc so seldom happens that 
 the two are one in reality. The man is 
 fond and often foolish at first. The 
 woman is flattered and weak, and yields 
 to his approaches. By-and-by there comes 
 a time when each draws back from the 
 other, and discovers that a mistake has 
 been made.
 
 IGO FAXCY FREE. 
 
 *^ Could that be in our case ? " 
 
 " I don't know, but it is very probable. 
 Two people are very apt to imagine that 
 their future is to be one of entire bliss, 
 but they do not make allowance for the 
 change of thought and feeling which 
 comes with better acquaintance. You 
 know the old proverb which so many 
 people illustrate, ^ Marry in haste and re- 
 pent at leisure.' " 
 
 " I see you are a philosopher," said 
 Eglinton, smiling, and then suddenly 
 changing his tone. ^'I had no idea that 
 you had studied life so deeply as to be- 
 come such a cynic." 
 
 ^^A cynic is often best able to answer 
 folly." 
 
 ''You are playing with me. Can you 
 not be serious for one moment. Can 
 you not tell me in all earnestness that
 
 \ 
 
 THE EXCURSION. 161 
 
 I may hope some day you will think of 
 me — that you will love me." 
 
 Davie looked at him with that strange 
 expression of surprise that she had 
 often shown, and then with, a frankness 
 which few women show she answered— " 
 
 '' Love you ? I think I do so now." 
 
 Egiinton, amazed and delighted by 
 this confession, took her in his arms 
 intending to kiss her. She thrust him 
 back, and at that moment Corbett's voice 
 was heard behind them saying quietly — 
 
 ^' You will be late for dinner if you do 
 not come at once." 
 
 Both were startled by this sudden in- 
 terruption. Davie blushed. Egiinton 
 looked confused and then murmured, 
 ^' We were ojilj interested in some 
 matters concerning ourselves and you 
 must excuse our delay. The scenery is 
 
 VOL. I. M
 
 162 FANCY FREE. 
 
 very beautiful, we were both interested 
 in it." 
 
 Corbett gazed from one to the other, 
 and the sad look which had so often 
 appeared in his eyes was there again, 
 in his mind was the sad cry — 
 
 ^^ Oh, Davie, why will you not trust 
 me?" 
 
 Eglinton was full of joy, he had won 
 the prize he had sought, and although 
 lie was sorry for Corbett, there was too 
 much pleasure in his own triumph to 
 permit him to yield a point to his ad- 
 versary. 
 
 Corbett only saw that some understand- 
 ing had occurred between them and was 
 silent. Eglinton gaily said — 
 
 ** Come, let us go to dinner."
 
 ( 163 ) 
 
 CHAPTEE XIII. 
 
 THE NEW LIGHT. 
 
 The party was a merry one. They had 
 been lucky enough to secure a private 
 room in the hotel, and were consequently 
 free from the disagreeable feehng that 
 other people were listening to their con- 
 versation. Mrs. Wy brant was brihiant 
 — in her own estimation — and made much 
 fun, as she thought, of Bousfield's stolid 
 manners, and of Graham. 
 
 The latter certainly had an idiosyncrasy 
 which would have astonished as well as 
 amused most people. Although he had
 
 164 FANCY FREE. 
 
 (lone good service in the navy, he dis- 
 liked the sea. 
 
 ^' It is all very well for boys who have 
 been reading Marryat," he said; ^' but 
 after you have been a dozen years upon 
 the water you tire of it — at least I have 
 done so, and keep away from it except 
 wiien I am compelled to go on duty." 
 
 '^ That's a joke, Graham," said Cor- 
 bett, ^'for we know what you have 
 done." 
 
 ^'Yes," answered Graham with epi- 
 grammatic severity, ^' but there is a dif- 
 ference between doing one's duty and 
 liking it." 
 
 To Davie the whole scene was one of 
 intense enjoyment ; she laughed at Bous- 
 field when he attempted to make a joke, 
 and at Graham when he railed against 
 the sea ; the new light that had flashed
 
 THE NEW LIGHT. 165 
 
 upon her made all the world beautiful. 
 Only the sad expression in Medwyn's 
 eyes disturbed her happiness. What 
 could she do for him to make him 
 happy like herself, to make him feel the 
 pleasure of the sunshine and the air, of 
 the singing of the birds and the murmur 
 of the water ? 
 
 She tried hard to rouse him, and 
 he responded with gentle words and evi- 
 dent pleasure in the recognition of her 
 endeavours to please him ; but the re- 
 membrance of what he had seen was 
 still in his mind, and he almost shrunk 
 from her approaches. He commanded 
 himself, however, because he was eager 
 to avoid causing her pain, and she, still 
 unconscious of the feelings with whicli 
 he regarded her, tried by trifling atten- 
 tions, to show that she was happy, ex-
 
 166 FANCY FREE. 
 
 pecting that he would be happy too in 
 knowing it. 
 
 But he was not happy, in spite of his 
 effort to beheve that he could be content 
 with any arrangement which satisfied 
 lier. He had decided that he was never 
 to marry, but as soon as he saw that 
 Davie was being taken away from him, 
 he had become conscious that his reso- 
 lution was very feeble indeed. He 
 wished to study her interests, he wished 
 to see her in the future a woman in com- 
 fortable circumstances and free from care. 
 But the character of Eglinton did not 
 please him, and he was frightened at 
 what the issue might be. 
 
 The party, however, went on merrily, 
 and on the return journey Mrs. Wy brant 
 was gratified with another sight of the 
 Queen. As the outrider approached, the
 
 THE NEW LIGHT. 167 
 
 carriage stopped, and the gentlemea 
 rose and lifted their hats. Her Majesty- 
 bowed and smiled, as Eglinton suggested, 
 at the extravagant dress of Mrs. Wy- 
 brant. This was the source of much 
 merriment to the party, and they drove 
 on admiring the scenery in its calm sun- 
 down light, the grey- green shades pre- 
 dominant, and rabbits starting hither 
 and thither as if they were conscious of 
 being safe from the guns. When they 
 reached Balnagairn, Mistress Meg re- 
 ceived them with due honours, but she 
 kept her distance from Eglinton, who 
 had quite clearly foiled her plan ^of 
 settling Medwyn comfortably and of 
 giving Davie a good husband. 
 
 The party had been so very happy 
 that Medwyn thought there was no
 
 168 FANCY FREE. 
 
 chance of danger ; he even fancied that 
 what he had seen had been some acci- 
 dental movement of Eglintqn's which 
 had deceived him. But still there was 
 the doubt, and still there was the worry- 
 ing thought within his own mind — should 
 he permit this to go on. Apparently 
 Davie was quite agreeable. She con- 
 tinued to puzzle herself about the strange 
 joy which had entered her life ; a joy 
 which filled her heart with wonders ; a 
 joy which filled her mind with vague and 
 wondrous visions of the future. 
 
 This made the road homeward bright 
 as a day in June, and then roses would 
 have perfumed the way ; and indeed it 
 w^as remarkable to observe how many 
 roses garnished the cottages which they 
 passed, even at this time of year. Eglin- 
 ton was merry, for happy thoughts were 
 in his mind, and so he asked — ■
 
 THE NEW LIGHT. 169 
 
 *'Do you often have such bloom on 
 the heather?" 
 
 Davie laughed, saying — '^ Why, that's 
 not heather at all — that is broom." 
 
 Eglinton looked put out, but still 
 quite cool, for he had got his hold of 
 Davie, and whatever she might do he 
 was still able to claim her. Corbett was 
 quite aware of this from what he had ob- 
 served on the hillside, and so he drew 
 
 • 
 
 hack without the slightest sign of ani- 
 mosity. But there was a feeling that 
 suggested that she had never thought of 
 him as a lover, and that was the un- 
 kindest cut of all. He endured his dis- 
 appointment with marvellous calmness ; 
 hut he did feel pain — a pain such as a 
 long life could not overcome.
 
 170 FAXCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE XIV. 
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 
 
 When they reached Balnagairn there was 
 a general expression of the pleasure 
 which the excursion had afforded. Mrs. 
 Wyhrant was quite sure that the Queen 
 had honoured her with a special bow, and 
 was happy. Mrs. Bousfield and Mrs. 
 Schoumert smiled at her vanity, and 
 then proceeded to their rooms to arrange 
 their dresses. 
 
 Davie had already done so, and Cor- 
 bett had asked her to see him in the 
 library, whilst Eglinton had made his
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 171 
 
 claim to a meeting iu the Boxwood 
 Park. 
 
 She went first to Corbett. 
 
 "It is strange Davie, that we cannot 
 understand each other," he said smilingly ; 
 "hut I suppose it is the nature of a 
 woman to be a m^^stery to those who 
 love her most." 
 
 " What mystery is there, Medwyn ? I 
 know of none." 
 
 " Oh, Davie, the mystery is in my 
 feeling for you, and the future will be a 
 blank to me without you." 
 
 "I do not know what you mean," she 
 said quietly. 
 
 " Then I shall not tell you," he said. 
 " Our relationship has been of such long 
 standing that I suppose you cannot be- 
 lieve in the existence of something more 
 than a brotherly feeling ? "
 
 172 . FANCY FEEE. 
 
 She placed her hands uponhis shoulders, 
 and her large blue eyes scanned his face 
 curiously. 
 
 *' What is it that makes you so strange 
 • — we are good friends, and you were the 
 dearest that I ever had ? Why is it that 
 now you look so sadly at me ? " 
 
 ^' Can you not gn ess ? " he said in a 
 low tone, and looking at her with sad 
 eyes. 
 
 ^'No." 
 
 ''ThenshaUItellyou?" 
 
 *' Yes. I would like to know. Lately 
 you have not been like yourself with 
 me, and it would be some satisfaction 
 to know what I have done to cause such 
 a change ? " 
 
 ^' Oh, Davie," was his exclamation, 
 '' you know " 
 
 *'I do not — I only know that you
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 173 
 
 are a father to me as well as a 
 friend." 
 
 *^ That is the unkindest cut of all. 
 I wish to be more than a friend. I wish 
 to be your husband." 
 
 She, with a look that expressed wonder 
 and something like fear, gazed at him, 
 and then made the simple exclamation — 
 
 '' Medwyn ! " 
 
 There was such a strange look in her 
 eyes that he paused, and hesitated to 
 make the revelation which was on his 
 lips. Was it possible that in such a 
 short time she could have given up all 
 the love that had been bestowed upon 
 her, and could be ready to give herself 
 to one who was a comparative stranger, 
 without one apparent thought of the 
 pain she was causing ? 
 
 He patted her on the head —
 
 174 FANCY FREE. 
 
 *^ Quite right, Davie ; so long as you 
 make things plain there is no difficulty. 
 What you wish shall he done. I have 
 only desired to secure your happiness, 
 and evidently I have failed." 
 
 '' Don't talk like that, Medwyn. You 
 have been kind and generous. If my 
 thoughts have wandered in other ways 
 than those in which you would have 
 wished them to go, I cannot help it. 
 But for you there is all the gratitude 
 my heart is capable of feeling." 
 
 ^' Davie," he murmured, ^^ why do you 
 speak as if there had been nothing more 
 between us but ordinary intercourse ? 
 I have held back for a long time. My 
 thoughts have been with you day and 
 night ; I held back because I loved you 
 so, and because there is a reason why 
 we should not be together."
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 175 
 
 *'Wliat reason?" asked Davie, won- 
 deringly. '' You know, Medwyn, that 
 you have always been very dear to me. 
 Something new^ has happened, and I don't 
 understand myself." 
 
 *' Medwyn smiled, and taking up a 
 book, played with it in his hand. 
 
 *' I understand you, Davie — you have 
 lost yourself." 
 
 *' Not quite," she said with a sly 
 twinkle in her eyes; "but I know what 
 you mean, and I will be frank with you. 
 I am going to meet Eglinton in the 
 Boxwood Park. He will be there, and 
 I will talk to him and laugh with him, 
 and maybe — this with a smile — make 
 love with him. Will you be very 
 angry ? " 
 
 "No, darling. Whatever pleases you 
 will satisfy me until there comes a point
 
 176 FANCY FREE. 
 
 at which there is danger, and I am 
 afraid that is very near. Don't think 
 I have any angry thoughts towards Eg- 
 linton. He is a good fellow, and would 
 not do any harm if he could help it ; 
 but, unfortunately, his good intentions 
 only pave the way to his blunders. 
 Davie, Davie,* can you not understand 
 how eager I am to save you from harm 
 — how my whole life is devoted to 
 you ! " 
 
 She bent down upon the couch, hiding 
 her head and sobbing. 
 
 *' Oh, Medwyn, you are cruel to me in 
 your kindness. I cannot give you what 
 you ask. I am walking blindly in a 
 path which is strange to me, but you 
 arc and always will be very dear to me." 
 
 *^ So be it, Davie. We can agree 
 between ourselves. Let the future be
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIEES. 177 
 
 what it may, we shall always be at least 
 brotherly and sisterly." 
 
 *^ Oh, more than that, Medwyn," she 
 exclaimed. ^' Much more than that. 
 
 And yet " She paused and looked 
 
 up to him with a pitiful and tearful face. 
 *'Have you no pity, Medwyn? Do you 
 not see how troubled I am ? " 
 
 He placed his hand quietly on her 
 head, and smoothed her hair with a 
 tenderness which a father might have 
 displayed to a vexed child, and then 
 said — 
 
 *^ Davie, I knew it all. Don't be 
 ashamed, and don't be afraid. If I find 
 that Eglinton is a safe man, I shall give 
 my consent at once to your wishes." 
 
 She looked up with such a startled 
 expression that even Corbett, wifch all his 
 coolness, was astonished. 
 
 YOL. I. V
 
 178 FANCY FREE. 
 
 '^ You are very good. Then let me go 
 to him." 
 
 It was hard upon Corbett, but he took 
 her hand and led her to the door. 
 
 ^^Yes, Davie; go to him, since it is 
 your wish. For what your wishes are I 
 want to fulfil." 
 
 She w^ent away, but she did not go 
 immediately into the garden. Medwyn's 
 tenderness had so affected her, and his 
 kindness had so impressed her, that she 
 doubted within herself which of the two 
 men she loved. 
 
 Looking from the window she saw 
 Eglinton impatiently passing up and 
 down the path, and there was a certain 
 sense — a very disagreeable sense — of 
 having done something wrong in her 
 mind. There was also a certain longing 
 to speak to him and to explain that there
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 179 
 
 must be nothing more between them. It 
 was a foolisli thought, but Hke a woman 
 she acted upon it and went out to him. 
 He, as soon as he saw her, darted for- 
 ward with an exclamation which rather 
 astounded her. 
 
 ^^ Oh, my darhng, why have you stayed 
 away from me ? I want you to go away 
 from this place ; take every hazard, and 
 be my wife. You have said that you love 
 me, then, what fear should there be 
 between us ? " 
 
 Davie had been prepared for much, but 
 not for so much. That the effect of the 
 strange moonlight which had arisen in 
 her life was very strong she knew, that 
 Eglinton's influence upon her was very 
 strong she felt ; but that he should have 
 discovered it and used the power he 
 possessed was starthng in the extreme.
 
 180 FAKCY FREE. 
 
 ''I don't know what bar there should 
 be between us except that we know so 
 little of each other, and in a little while 
 you would tire of me, and perhaps I 
 would tire of you. Can you not under- 
 stand that whilst I think of you so much 
 I may still doubt myself ? " 
 
 '* Why doubt yourself? Why doubt 
 nie ? There is a bright future before us. 
 We have many things to hope for, many 
 things to look forward to. Listen to me. 
 If your heart has come to me, let me take 
 you too." 
 
 There was that sudden change again in 
 Davie which showed her sense of fun, and 
 looking askant at him, she said — 
 
 ** But how do you know that my heart 
 has gone to you ? " 
 
 He drew up, and was almost inclined to 
 be indignant, but then he softened and
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 181 
 
 quietly observed : ^^ Because you said so ; 
 and when a woman once says that she 
 loves, a man is entitled to claim her love." 
 Davie's face would have been amusing 
 to any one who had seen it at that 
 moment. It expressed the sense that 
 she did care for him combined with the 
 foolish feeling of an endeavour to torment 
 him. She was not quite sure of herself in 
 what she was doing or saying. And ther^ 
 was the dreadful memory that she had 
 listened to the strange story of Mr. 
 Davidson. Bound to silence, and yet 
 knowing what she did, could she accept 
 the advances of any man ? To the poor 
 girl the position was very trying. She 
 was pressed on the one hand to accept 
 the love of a man who was very dear 
 to her, and on the other to accept that 
 of one w^ho had brought fresh thoughts
 
 182 FAKCY FREE. 
 
 and prospects into tier eyes. And yet 
 she dare not speak. She dare not decide. 
 There was a certain sense of responsibility 
 in all that she was doing. 
 
 '^ Do not speak to me now, Mr. Eglin- 
 ton," she said sadly, ''for I cannot 
 answer you. You do not know the sad 
 secret of my hfe, and I cannot tell you. 
 Even Medwyn, who has been brother and 
 friend and father almost to me, does not 
 know it, and I am helpless. I must obey, 
 because I know that I am forbidden to let 
 others know." 
 
 '' That is folly," said Eglinton in his 
 impetuous way. " If any one harms you, 
 why not speak to those who care for you 
 and let them protect you ? If any one 
 threatens you, why not stand back and 
 tell those who have the power to guard 
 you?"
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES. 183 
 
 There was siicli a pitiful look in Davie's 
 eyes that even Eglinton, so blind to the 
 general phases of expression, was im- 
 pressed, and he said in a bewildered way : 
 *'I do not understand what can have 
 happened to yon." 
 
 '* I dare not tell. I have pledged 
 myself to silence, and the thought of what 
 has occurred is killing me." 
 
 ^^ More fool you," said Eglinton hotly. 
 ^' What has occurred cannot be anything 
 on your account, and your proper course 
 is to protect yourself." 
 
 That was not precisely the language 
 which a lover might have used, but it was 
 honest and sincere, and intended for her 
 interest. She felt that, and did not resent 
 it. She felt the kindly feeling that was in 
 his voice and look, and in the touch of 
 his hand. As they walked along the Box-
 
 184 FANCY FREE. 
 
 wood Park, the soft shadows of the gloam- 
 ing falling upon them, she knew that her 
 heart was indeed gone, and that Eglinton 
 had got it. She remembered Medwyn, 
 and there was something of painful regret 
 in thinking that he would be disappointed 
 — he who had been so good, and had in 
 every way shown his devotion towards 
 her. It was hard to think of his suffering, 
 after what he had just said to her. But 
 love was more powerful than judgment, 
 as it always has been; and, come what 
 might, she had yielded herself to Eglinton.
 
 ( 185 ) 
 
 CHAPTEK XV. 
 
 CHANGES. 
 
 The struggle in Davie's mind that night 
 was a cruel one, for the joy she had found 
 was quite darkened by the consciousness 
 of the sorrow she had unknowingly 
 caused. Her self-reproach was of course 
 foohsh, but it was natural enough, con- 
 sidering the affectionate regard she had 
 for Medwyn. She felt that she had 
 neglected many opportunities of doing 
 him service, and for his sake she felt that 
 it was almost her duty to turn away from 
 Eglinton. That thought distracted her
 
 186 FAXCY FREE. 
 
 more ; for she could not decide between 
 lier own inclination and her desire to 
 make Medwyn happy. 
 
 What could she do ? 
 
 And with that sad question in her 
 mind, she fell asleep, only to dream in a 
 confused way of the troubles which sur- 
 rounded her. She remembered vaguely 
 the sonnet which Eglinton had quoted, 
 and washed that they might have realized 
 it. But in her thoughts of Medwyn the 
 bar between them seemed too great. 
 
 She was almost glad when Mistress 
 Meg — who was like the early bird, first 
 to learn anything — came to her with the 
 intelligence that Eglinton had received 
 an urgent request from his father to 
 return to him at once. And yet the 
 thought that the man who had now 
 become dear to her was going away, and
 
 CHANGES. 187 
 
 that they were to be separated, was not 
 a pleasing one. 
 
 She felt his departure the more painful 
 because at breakfast he seemed to be so 
 merry that it occurred to her he had no 
 regret in leaving. He was such a strange 
 fellow that if she had thought of it she 
 would have doubted the affection he pro- 
 fessed. But then there was the tender 
 touch of his hand as he asked her to take 
 a last walk in the garden. She could not 
 refuse, and all the dogs followed her when 
 she went out. 
 
 ^' You will let me now call you Davie ? 
 You know that we are to each other all 
 that a man and woman can be until they 
 are married." 
 
 Davie held down her head, for the 
 struggle was still in her mind as to the 
 duty which she owed to Medwyn, and 
 the feeling which she felt for Egiinton.
 
 188 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 ^' I am going away," he continued; 
 but you will be in my thoughts every 
 moment. It is no use hiding it from our- 
 selves. The strange affinity which directs 
 the fate of us all is between us. You 
 are strong in owning your fate. Then 
 do not let us play with it. Let us be 
 frank, and own that we belong to one 
 another." 
 
 Davie still hesitated — still thought of 
 Medwyn and of his sorrow. 
 
 " Give me time," she said. ^^I have 
 still a year of the training to pass 
 through, and it is better that I should 
 pass through that before I give you a 
 final answer." 
 
 *^ So be it," said Eglinton, with more 
 seriousness than he had yet displayed. 
 
 When he had gone Davie was very 
 quiet, but in her manner there was an
 
 CPIANGES. 189 
 
 evident sense of loss. The days passed 
 quickly ; the gentlemen were quite happy 
 in their shooting; the ladies amused 
 themselves as best they could in excur- 
 sions through the neighbourhood, with 
 an occasional sail on the loch. Then 
 came the time when the party was to 
 leave for Colborough, where Bousfield 
 intended, as he said, using an Ameri- 
 canism, that they should have a good 
 
 • 
 
 time. She had often thought of this de- 
 parture, often wished for it, and now that 
 the time had come she felt full of fear, as 
 if she were leaving the haven in which 
 she had known happiness to venture out 
 upon a sea of troubles. Mrs. Wybrant 
 was of course buoyant in the anticipation 
 of the merry times she was to have at 
 Colborough, for, as she whispered to 
 Davie, Corbett was such a moody crea-
 
 190 FANCY FREE. 
 
 ture that it was scarcely possible to be 
 gay in his presence, and she hoped that 
 he was not to be one of the party. Davie 
 was more shocked by this than by any- 
 thing Mrs. Wybrant had said yet. 
 
 She thought there was something very 
 curious in the resemblance between the 
 manner of Mr. Davidson and Mrs. Wy- 
 brant. Both vexed her by their strange 
 propositions, and both tried her temper 
 so that sometimes she had felt inclined 
 to speak very sharply. 
 
 Medwyn had intended to accompany 
 the party to Yorkshire, but Mistress Meg 
 spoke so seriously to him, seeing his low 
 condition, that he agreed to allow them 
 to go without him, and promised to 
 follow. 
 
 He drove them to the station, and 
 Davie, sorely troubled by this strange
 
 CHANGES. 191 
 
 parting, walked with him up and down 
 the platform, dreading the moment when 
 the train would arrive. 
 
 *' Are you cold," he said, as he felt her 
 hand tremble on his arm ? 
 
 ** Yes, Medwyn, I am shivering. I do 
 not understand it, but I have a great fear 
 of leaving you." 
 
 *^ Do not fear," he said; " I shall soon 
 be with you." • 
 
 But there was something so weariful in 
 his look that she felt still more frightened. 
 
 ** Are you ill ? " she asked. 
 
 He turned to her with one of those sad 
 smiles. 
 
 ^^ I would be well, Davie, if I knew that 
 you were happy." 
 
 ^^ I cannot be happy, Medwyn, so long 
 as I see you so sad." 
 
 He laughed as if there was some joke
 
 192 FAACY FREE. 
 
 in what she had said, and then he pressed 
 her arm saying — 
 
 ''I am afraid, Davie, there is some 
 blunder between us, but we must try to 
 make the best of it, and, if we can, laugh 
 rather than cry at our spilt milk. You 
 will enjoy yourself at Colborough. Bous- 
 iield is a good fellow, and he will do all 
 that possibly can be done to make you 
 happy. I shall be with you very soon. 
 At present I have things to do here 
 which will not allow me to accompany 
 you." 
 
 ** Do you still care for me, Medwyn? " 
 
 He looked at her in surprise. 
 
 ^' Why do you ask such a question ? " 
 
 *' Because you are so cold — because you 
 allow me to go away with so little sign 
 that you are sorry for it." 
 
 ^^ Oh, my darling," he murmured in her
 
 CHANGES. 193 
 
 ear, ^^ you are very cruel to me, and try 
 me very much." Then, feeling ashamed 
 of his harshness, he pressed her arm again-, 
 and looked into her eyes tenderly, and 
 would have taken her in his arms but for 
 the place in which they were. 
 
 The train was approaching. She un- 
 derstood him, and the tears sprung to her 
 
 eyes. 
 
 '' How can you say that I am cruel^ 
 Medwyn, when I would do anything to 
 please you? and I am going away too, 
 and it hurts me very much to leave you 
 in this unkind way." 
 
 '* Do not say unkind, Davie; we shall 
 all be merry enough by-and-by. Here is 
 the train." 
 
 Bousfield and Graham bustled about 
 seeing after the ladies' boxes, and then 
 they all went into the compartment^ 
 
 VOL. I.
 
 194 FANCY FREE. 
 
 Medwyn, standing at the window, said 
 '' Good bye," promising that it should 
 only be for a short time. 
 
 Dayie, sitting by the window when the 
 train moved, seemed inclined to cry. 
 She strained her eyes as long as it was 
 possible to see, and almost wished that 
 she might have stayed behind, notwith- 
 standing the visions she had had of 
 the new life upon which she was now 
 entering. 
 
 Medwyn turned away with a heavy 
 heart, and yet that look which Davie had 
 given to him as the train moved out of 
 the station, and the motion of her hand 
 in token of adieu, afforded him some 
 comfort. There had been in the ex- 
 pression something that made him 
 think he might almost hope yet to win 
 her.
 
 CHANGES. 195 
 
 On returning to the house he fonnd 
 some letters and a telegram waiting for 
 him. 
 
 He had been quietly making inquiries 
 about Mr. Davidson. The letters in- 
 formed him that the man was one of the 
 most dangerous speculators known in the 
 States. The telegram informed him that 
 the Silver Mine Company was an utter 
 failure, and that every one connecteci 
 with it would be ruined. 
 
 Medwyn started at this with an ex- 
 clamation of terror, thinking of the as- 
 sociation of Davie and Eglinton, and 
 pitying the latter in spite of their rivalry. 
 He pitied him still more when think- 
 ing of the old man, his father, who 
 had unconsciously allowed his son to 
 waste his means, and who would now 
 be penniless. Although he did not know
 
 196 FANCY FREE. 
 
 much of Mr. Egiinton, senior, he knew 
 enough to know his simple nature and 
 his devotion to science, and it distressed 
 him to think of how this old man was 
 to be suddenly left without the means 
 of livelihood. Unfortunately, the letters 
 did not give him sufficient information 
 to enable him to act in such a way as 
 to protect his friends ; but he was re- 
 solved that, come what might, he would 
 pursue this man until he had discovered 
 something which would enable him to 
 bring home the knavery of which he was 
 sure he was guilty, and to punish it 
 properly, 
 
 ^^Eh, man, have you gone clean 
 geyt ? " said Meg, when she saw Med- 
 wyn walking up and down the terrace 
 meditating over the news he had re- 
 ceived. " Can ye no come in to your
 
 . CHANGES. 197 
 
 dinner like a sensible man, and if you 
 want comfort — I will comfort you." 
 
 This was meant in all good nature, and 
 Medwyn smiled. 
 
 *' Ah, Meg, I wish you could comfort 
 me. I know you would like to do so, 
 and I thank you; but you know as well 
 as I that it is some one else whom I need 
 to give me happiness." 
 
 Meg raised her head and the Tower c^f 
 Babel quivered. 
 
 ^'It's your own fault. Why did you 
 let that man come into the house ? Wliy 
 did you let him stay? Why, the very 
 dogs jaloused that he was to bring 
 mischief with him." 
 
 Medwyn shook his head sadly. 
 
 ^^ Poor fellow, he has contrived to 
 bring as much trouble upon himself as 
 he has brought of sorrow to me."
 
 198 FANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEK XVI. 
 
 COLBOEOUGH. 
 
 Bousfield's place was situated in one of 
 tlie loveliest valleys in Yorkshire. The 
 house was a plain old-fashioned building 
 of red brick, but the colour had been 
 toned down by age and it now had a 
 venerable greyish tinge. One side was 
 completely covered with thick ivy, 
 through which the windows flashed in 
 the sunlight, and in the summer even- 
 ings appeared like enormous rubies set 
 in green. 
 
 Behind was a range of hills, the slopes
 
 COLBOROUGH. 199 
 
 of which were in some parts densely 
 wooded; in front was a broad plain of 
 rich fields full of golden grain rippling 
 under the wind like the wavelets of a 
 lake. The plain was bordered by a long 
 wood through which ran a stream famous 
 for its trout, and often Bousfield would 
 be out in the morning with his rod in 
 time to bring home a sufficient number 
 of the glistening speckled delicacies 
 for breakfast. But the wood itself was 
 famous for its walks, its wild flowers, 
 and its broad-spreading trees. In winter 
 it was bleak and weird enough, but in 
 summer it was the retreat sought by 
 many tired merchants of Leeds and Brad- 
 ford. There they could forget their 
 cloth manufactories and warehouses, and 
 relish the homely but ample dinners 
 supplied at the old inn of the village.
 
 200 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 ■ The house stood on low gronnd and 
 several large French windows gave exit 
 to an extensive lawn which was bordered 
 by flower beds and shrubberies. Beyond 
 that was a line of magnificent beech and 
 chestnut trees, screening a park in which. 
 Bousfield kept some of his favourite cows. 
 The farm-buildings and stables were at 
 the foot of the park and were notable 
 throughout the country for the trim state 
 in which they were kept ; the stables 
 especially and even the pigstye were 
 sights which other farmers came to see. 
 
 Then, in a large shed he had a collec- 
 tion of all the latest and most improved 
 agricultural implements and machinery. 
 A little way from this shed were the 
 labourers' cottages, built on a plan of his 
 own and affording to each married man 
 a comfortable house with a bit of ground
 
 COLBOROUGH. 201 
 
 to cultivate on his own account. Bous- 
 field had reason to be proud of his place ; 
 and whenever he had visitors his first 
 pleasure was to show them over it ; and 
 although he had not much to say on 
 general topics he was fluent enough when 
 talking of his farming experiments. 
 
 So on the first morning after their 
 arrival Davie and Captain Graham had 
 to make the round, Bousfield discoursing 
 all the time about what he was doing for 
 the benefit of British farmers. Graham, 
 who was as indifferent to farming as he 
 professed to be to the sea, put the 
 pertinent question — 
 
 ^' But does it pay ? " 
 
 Bousfield paused, and there was a some- 
 what puzzled look on his face for a 
 moment, then his expression brightened. 
 
 *^Yes," he answered, ^'it pays in two
 
 202 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 ways ; first in discovering what may be 
 done in farming, next in giving one an 
 occupation and pleasure. But if you 
 mean profit in money, it is chiefly from 
 the cattle I obtain that." 
 
 Davie was much amused by the dis- 
 cussion which followed regarding the 
 advantages of a model farm, but Bous- 
 field insisted that it served a purpose, 
 and at any rate it pleased him. The 
 gentlemen were perfectly good-natured 
 in their argument, and Graham, who 
 seemed always to take unpleasant views 
 of everything — most of his friends thought 
 it was more in jest than anything else — 
 insisted that Bousfield was wasting his 
 capital and keeping some good practical 
 farmer out of an honest living. Bousfield 
 laughed and pointed to the fields of 
 ripened grain where the harvesters were
 
 COLBOROUGH. 203 
 
 at work, and the most improved reaping 
 machines were clearing the ground with 
 a rapidity which made the labour 
 easy. 
 
 *' As long as I can show that," he said, 
 ^' and my stock of cattle I may call my- 
 self a practical farmer. You are the most 
 awful grumbler I ever knew ; and the fun 
 is you grumble most about the things of 
 which you know least." 
 
 '^Except the sea," suggested Davie, 
 with a wicked smile. 
 
 Bousfield's loud laugh showed how he 
 appreciated her quickness. 
 
 *' You are right, and I beg your pardon, 
 Graham ; you can grumble about the 
 thing of which you have knowledge." 
 
 *^ I wish you were at sea. Miss Morri- 
 son," said Graham, without the shadow 
 of a smile on his grave face, although he
 
 204 FANCY FREE. 
 
 was paying a compliment, " and then I 
 would be pleased with it." 
 
 ^' Thank you," replied Davie, merrily, 
 *^ but probably I would not be so." 
 
 And so they made their first inspection 
 of Bousfield's place with much banter and 
 good humour. 
 
 Davie had entered upon the new life to 
 which she had looked forward so eagerly, 
 but it was not with the free spirit of en- 
 joyment she had anticipated would be 
 hers. There was the remembrance of 
 the sad face of Medwyn as he stood on 
 the railway platform watching her depart ; 
 she felt as if she would like to go back 
 to cheer his lonely life, and she wished 
 that he would hasten his coming to Col- 
 borough in order that he might assure 
 her she had not been unkind to him. 
 Then for Eglinton there was a vague
 
 COLBOROUGH. 205 
 
 longing, and yet she almost wished that 
 she had never seen him because Medwyn 
 was unhappy. They were both coming 
 soon, but instead of being glad on that 
 account she had something approaching 
 to a feeling of dread at the meeting of 
 the two. 
 
 Then there was the shadow of the 
 mysterious Mr. Davidson hanging over 
 her thoughts and life. • 
 
 The hospitality of Colborough was of 
 the most liberal character, and both Mr. 
 and Mrs. Bousfield resolved that their 
 young guest should be well entertained 
 during her stay with them. There were 
 dinners, and balls, and picnics amongst 
 the most picturesque scenery in such 
 rapid succession that Davie began to 
 wish for a little quietude. To Mrs. 
 Wybrant all this was the height of
 
 206 FANCY FEEE. 
 
 felicity, and she could not understand 
 how a young girl like Davie could tire 
 of it. Bousfield was more considerate, 
 and, seeing that Davie was becoming 
 wearied, said to lier — 
 
 *^ I think we had better call a halt to 
 our outings and have a quiet time at 
 home. "What do you say ? " 
 
 *' That is just what I would like," she 
 said gladly. 
 
 <«Yery well, we shall disappoint Mrs. 
 Wybrant by refusing the invitations for 
 the next fortnight, but to tell you the 
 truth, I rather enjoy the fun of disap- 
 pointing her." 
 
 *^Is not that a little unkind?" asked 
 Davie. 
 
 '*' Yes, it is," replied Bousfield frankly, 
 and his face showed that he was sorry 
 to have spoken unkindly even in jest;
 
 COLBOROUGH. 207 
 
 ^'but I'll tell you what we shall do — 
 leave her to accept what invitations she 
 pleases for herseK. We can have plenty 
 of amusement, however, for Eglinton is 
 to be here to-morrow — that's Friday — 
 and Corbett comes on Saturday." 
 
 That was good news for Davie, and 
 she had pleasant meditations of rambles 
 through the fields and along the straggling 
 paths of the wood by the side of ther 
 stream with Eglinton and Medwyn. She 
 had once longed for change and to know 
 something of the gaieties of life ; now 
 she was longing for the quiet joys which 
 are only found in undisturbed intercourse 
 with those whom we love. 
 
 Eglinton arrived, gay as ever, for his 
 father was better and he was still un- 
 aware of the terrible misfortune which 
 was about to befall him. On the brink
 
 208 FANCY FREE. 
 
 of ruin lie was bright and cheerful, and 
 the first opportunity of speaking to Davie 
 alone was after luncheon, when he pro- 
 posed that she should show him '^ the 
 way through the wood " — intending a 
 joke, of course, but serious enough in his 
 desire to have her all to himself. 
 
 She hesitated at first, and as the 
 woman who hesitates is lost, she pre- 
 sently consented. He crossed the lawn 
 to the gate, and in a few minutes she 
 joined him, so that they thought no one 
 knew that they had gone together. But 
 when Mrs. Wy brant, fussily moving about 
 in search of her, exclaimed — '^ Bless my 
 soul — where can Davie be ? " Bousfield 
 grinned and glanced at his wife, who 
 laughed, for both had seen the couple 
 depart. 
 
 " She has gone for a walk, I believe ;
 
 COLBOROUGH. 209 
 
 and if you go round by the kitchen garden 
 and take the path up the hill, when you 
 get to the top you may find her." 
 
 Mrs. Wybrant fanned herself in dismay; 
 the very thought of such an exertion 
 on such a hot day to one of her plethoric 
 condition was fatiguing. 
 
 *^ She ought to have told me before 
 going; but she is a most singular girl. 
 I could not follow her up there, and ^ 
 shall go and write my letters." 
 
 When they were alone Bousfield turned 
 to his wife. He had a shrewd suspicion 
 in which direction the young people had 
 turned their steps. 
 
 *^ I say, these two mean to make a 
 match, and I don't think we should in- 
 terfere unless Corbett objects." 
 
 ^'I saw that at Balnagairn," said the 
 wife, ^' and there is no reason why any 
 
 VOL. I. p
 
 210 FANCY FREE. 
 
 one should interfere. I like him ; he is 
 fairly well off, and I think she might 
 find a worse husband under her aunt's 
 guidance." 
 
 The young people, in happy uncon- 
 sciousness that they had been observed, 
 strolled out in the sunshine of the day, 
 and of youth — there under the shade 
 of the trees, which were already marked 
 with the varied tints of autumn. Beside 
 them ran the stream glistening like silver, 
 and the occasional flash of a trout was 
 like a sunbeam dancing on the water. 
 
 Davie gathered wild flowers as they 
 passed along, and tried by ingenious re- 
 ferences to botany and its pleasures to 
 prevent him speaking of the subject which 
 she knew was uppermost in his thoughts 
 as well as her own — although in a different 
 way.
 
 COLBOROUGH. 211 
 
 Bat they came to a large oak tree, 
 underneath which was a rustic seat, and 
 Eghnton insisted that she should sit 
 down. 
 
 ^' Now," he said, taking her hand in 
 his, ^^ do you know why I was in such 
 a hurry to come to Colborough ? " 
 
 ^^ I suppose because you wanted to en- 
 joy yourself." 
 
 '' Exactly — in your society. How I 
 have longed for you ! how I have wearied 
 for the time when I could be with you 
 again, and how I weary for the time 
 when I shall have the right to be with 
 you always." 
 
 ^^ And then how you will weary for 
 the time when you can get away from 
 me ! " she said, with one of those smiles 
 in which good nature and satire were 
 curiously mingled.
 
 212 FAKCY FREE. 
 
 *'Wliy will you not be serious witli 
 me ? " lie said earnestly. 
 
 " I am quite serious." 
 
 *'No, you are laughing at me" (this 
 with a little impatience). 
 
 Davie raised those quiet blue eyes and 
 met his gaze with an expression partly of 
 wonder and partly of reproach. 
 
 "I could not do that, Mr. Eglinton," 
 she said quietly, ^' after what I have told 
 you." 
 
 ** But is it still true ? " he cried impul- 
 sively. *^ Have you not changed ? " 
 
 She turned away her head. 
 
 " Why should you think that ? " 
 
 ^'Because you are so strange in your 
 manner ; because all the time we have 
 been walking here you would not allow 
 me to speak of my love for you." 
 
 " I said you were to wait — I wish to 
 make sure of myself,"
 
 COLBOROUGH. 213 
 
 ''Is it not that you wish to make 
 sure of me ? " he said with some bitter- 
 ness. 
 
 She rose. 
 
 '' I think we had better go now," she 
 replied, with an attempt at playfulness, 
 " for I think we are about to quarrel." 
 
 But he held her firmly by the hand, 
 and with passionate earnestness said — 
 
 '' No, no, Davie, you must not go yet." 
 
 '' I do not like 'must,'" she replied, 
 trying to laugh and at the same time to 
 release her hand. 
 
 "Will you not listen to me for one 
 moment more ? I cannot wait." 
 
 " Why not ? " 
 
 " Because I fear to lose you. It is 
 ridiculous, I dare say, but I have never 
 known anything like this before, and if 
 you turn away from me I can never
 
 214 FANCY FREE. 
 
 know anything like it again. There is 
 pain as well as joy in this experience." 
 
 Her head drooped and there was a 
 serious expression on her face, whilst 
 her pretty foot patted the ground im- 
 patiently. 
 
 *^ There should be no pain." 
 
 *' There must be when it is so difficult 
 to understand you. Give me your pro- 
 mise to be my wife, and then I will 
 be all happiness." 
 
 She looked up now and responded 
 firmly — 
 
 •^^ It would be folly, Mr. Eglinton, to give 
 a promise which might be broken ; it 
 would trouble me and the disappoint- 
 ment might lead you to think more un- 
 kindly of me than you will do if you 
 wait until I feel in myself that I can give 
 you a definite answer."
 
 COLBOEOUGH. 215 
 
 '' When will that be, then ? " he asked 
 eagerly. ^^ To-morrow ? — or next day ? 
 I want it before you leave Colborough." 
 
 *' Before I leave Colborough, then, I 
 shall give you my answer. And now we 
 must return, for they will be all wondering 
 what has become of us." 
 
 ^^Ah, well, I suppose beggars must 
 be content with what alms are given 
 them.'' 
 
 And they retraced their way — silent, 
 and both having an uncomfortable feeling 
 that there had been something like a 
 quarrel between them. 
 
 Sunshine still about them, but shadows 
 in their hearts.
 
 216 FANCY FREE. 
 
 CHAPTEE XVII. 
 
 CALAMITY. 
 
 The arrival of Medwyn Corbett on the 
 next day was not altogether pleasing to 
 Eglinton, for he had a strong suspicion — 
 and probably it was a justifiable one — 
 that Davie's hesitation to give the pro- 
 mise he sought was on account of her 
 thoughts of him. 
 
 He was therefore somewhat cool in his 
 greeting to him, and he was inclined to 
 feel irritable at the kindness with which 
 Corbett grasped his hand. There was 
 also a sort of pitying look in his eyes
 
 CALAMITY. 217 
 
 which suddenly suggested to Eglinton 
 that Davie had akeady pledged herself to 
 him. He could not imagine that it was 
 the thought of his impending ruin which 
 caused the expression. 
 
 Davie was full of joy at Medwyn's 
 arrival, and when he saluted her with a 
 kiss Eglinton chewed the end of his 
 moustache in chagrin. 
 
 '^ You are looking well, Davie," said 
 Medwyn; ^^the Yorkshire air appears to 
 agree with you. I am afraid you will 
 not care to visit Balnagairn again." 
 
 " How can you say that, Medwyn," 
 she said reproachfully. ^' You know how 
 dear the place is to me — for your mother's 
 sake and for your own sake." 
 
 That was another sting to Eglinton ; 
 but if he had not been in love he would 
 have understood that such a frank con-
 
 218 FANCY FREE. 
 
 versation would not have been carried on 
 in the presence of others by lovers. 
 
 He patted her hand affectionately, and 
 with a brotherly smile he said — 
 
 *' That is right, Davie, never forget 
 your old friends. You have good ones 
 here, but you can always keep a place in 
 your heart for us." 
 
 ^' I have been very happy here, indeed, 
 and if I had a complaint to make it would 
 be that Mr. and Mrs. Bousfield have been 
 trying to give me too much pleasure." 
 
 *' Nonsense, child," exclaimed Mrs. 
 Bousfield, laughing, *'we have only been 
 having a good time, as the Americans 
 say; and, as life is short, the more merri- 
 ment you can get into it the better." 
 
 ^' So say I," remarked Graham, who 
 looked as if he had never laughed in his 
 life. *^I like fun and nothing to do but 
 enjoy it."
 
 CALAMITY. 219 
 
 *' You want a mixture of work, thougli, 
 to enable you to enjoy it thoroughly," 
 suggested Bousfield. 
 
 *' You are always so practical," was 
 Mrs. Wybrant's comment. 
 
 *'I am sure a day of unmitigated en- 
 joyment is hard enough work for any- 
 body." 
 
 Davie was considerably surprised when 
 she was told that one of the ploughmen's 
 wives wished particularly to see her ; and 
 she was still more so when she went into 
 the hall and the woman handed her a 
 letter. 
 
 ** Beg pardon, miss, but the gentleman 
 told me I wasn't on no account to give 
 the letter to anybody but yourself. I 
 know nought about 'im, but he came to 
 our house and asked if I knew you, and
 
 220 FANCY FREE. 
 
 when I said yes, sir, he asked me to bring 
 this to you and to say that you were to 
 read it when nobody was with you. He 
 was an old gentleman.'* 
 
 Davie felt sick at heart, for she at once 
 surmised from whom the letter came ; 
 and when she opened it in her own room 
 her surmise was confirmed. 
 
 '^ Come to me at once," the letter ran ; 
 '* you will find me at the old oak tree 
 where you were sitting with Eglinton 
 yesterday. I did not intend to see you 
 so soon again, but circumstances have 
 occurred which render it imperative that 
 we should meet. Do not fail ; it is your 
 happiness I am thinking about. 
 
 ^'YouR Father.'* 
 
 She was bewildered. Her first impulse
 
 CALAMITY. 221 
 
 was to take the letter to Medwyn and 
 seek liis advice ; then she remembered 
 the pledge she had given at Balnagairn 
 not to reveal what this man — she found 
 it difficult to think of him as her father 
 — had told her. 
 
 Then she thought it best to obey the 
 summons, and making the feeble excuse 
 to Mrs. Bouslield that she wished to take 
 a walk, she went out. But as she was 
 going she heard the voice of her hostess 
 exclaiming sympathetically — 
 
 ^* Eh, deary, what love will do," for 
 Mrs. Bousfield had nofc the slightest doubt 
 that she was going to meet Eglinton. 
 
 That gentleman was, however, busily 
 engaged with his cigar and billiards. 
 
 She hurried along, her heart palpitating 
 with vague fears of the meeting with this 
 strange man whose claim she doubted,
 
 222 FANCY FREE. 
 
 and yet dared not openly deny after the 
 proofs he had given her. How could he 
 have possessed her mother's letters and 
 her mother's hair if he were not the man 
 he represented himself to be ? And if he 
 were, how wicked it was of her to have 
 such a desire to avoid him. 
 
 She was distracted by the doubt 
 whether or not she ought to keep the 
 promise she had made to be silent. At 
 one moment she believed she had a right 
 to break it as it was forced from her, and 
 then the memory of her mother, to which 
 he had appealed, tied her tongue. 
 
 She saw him when she turned the last 
 bend of the umbrageous path, standing 
 under the oak tree resting on his staff. 
 There seemed to be a difference in his 
 appearance compared with what it had 
 been when she had seen him last. He
 
 CALAMITY. 223 
 
 seemed to be feebler, and much older, as 
 if he had passed through a severe illness. 
 
 He advanced a few paces to meet her, 
 and notwithstanding that doubt in her 
 mind, she submitted to be kissed on the 
 brow. 
 
 *' It is of good of you, my child, to 
 come at once," he said softly; ^^you 
 cannot know how much I have wished 
 to see you. Of course, I cannot hope 
 that you will give me a daughter's 
 affection, since you have never known 
 me ; but you seem willing to give me a 
 daughter's duty." 
 
 She drew back with something like a 
 shudder of fear. 
 
 '' You are wrong, sir. I v/ill give you 
 affection when I am quite satisfied that 
 you are my father." 
 
 ^' It is hard to find that you still doubt
 
 224 FANCY FREE. 
 
 when I have given you such proofs of my 
 identity. But I will give you another 
 proof. I am here to warn you against 
 marrying George EgHnton." 
 
 She started, blushed, and trembled a 
 little as she put the question — 
 
 *^ What do you mean ? " 
 
 ^^ That he is not the man I would like 
 my daughter to marry. He has led a 
 wild life, and is still too unsettled in his 
 ways. But more important even than 
 that is the fact that he invested every- 
 thing he possessed in a silver mine which 
 has proved to be a failure, and he is 
 utterly ruined." 
 
 Davie became pale. She had heard 
 Egiinton talk of the mine and of Mr. 
 Davidson. It flashed upon her that if 
 he was ruined the ruin had been brought 
 about by her father ! The thought made 
 her shudder.
 
 CALAMITY. 225 
 
 '^ Are you sure of this?" she asked 
 with trembling lips. 
 
 *^ I am, for I, too, have lost in the same 
 venture, and am now, like him, penniless." 
 
 "Was it not you who induced him to 
 risk his fortune in this speculation ? " 
 
 "He may say so, but it is not true. 
 I believed in the mine, and he, after 
 making an inspection himself, also be- 
 lieved in it. I even advised him to be 
 very careful, as I saw the impetuosity oi 
 his character. But he would not be 
 advised." 
 
 She looked at him steadily now. 
 
 "Your advice was intended to make 
 him the more eager, and you knew it. 
 If you are my father, I must try to make 
 up to him in some measure for the ruin 
 you have caused.' 
 
 "How can you do that?" he said; 
 
 VOL. I. Q
 
 226 FANCY FREE. 
 
 *' and why do yon say if I am your 
 father ? Do you require further proof? " 
 
 *^Yes." 
 
 He quietly produced a pocket-book and 
 took from it two rings ; one a wedding 
 ring, the other set with opals and dia- 
 monds. 
 
 ^^ I have kept these precious relics 
 always by me since I took them from 
 your mother's finger," he said, with a 
 sad voice ; '^ I never intended to part 
 from them, but now I give them to you. 
 Inside the opal ring you will find your 
 mother's name. Show it to Corbett, 
 and he will tell you that no man except 
 your father could possess it." , 
 
 She took them from his hand, her own 
 trembling as she did so, and when she 
 saw her mother's name, tears filled her 
 eyes, and she bowed her head.
 
 CALAMITY. 227 
 
 ^' I cannot doubt any longer," she said 
 in subdued tones; ^^what you have told 
 me must be true." 
 
 ^' Then, if you no longer doubt, will you 
 promise still to keep my secret ? " 
 
 ^^ I promise. But why have you hidden 
 yourself from me and from your friends 
 during all these years ? Why do you 
 still wish to conceal yourself ? " 
 
 ^^ It was a resolve — a foolish one, 
 perhaps — which I took the day your' 
 mother was buried ; a resolve that, as 
 soon as I had provided for you, I would 
 take another name, begin a new life, and 
 forget the past. When I had completed 
 the Indian contract, the death of 
 Davidson afforded me the opportunity 
 I desired. Often the desire to see you 
 was in my mind, but I held doggedly to 
 my resolution until Eglinton met me.
 
 228 FANCY FllEE. 
 
 Then his talk of the old place and old 
 friends and of you overcame my resolu- 
 tion. I decided to see them once more, 
 but without revealing myself to any one 
 except you, and even to you only if you 
 proved to be like your mother." 
 
 '^ And why was this strange resolve 
 taken ? " she inquired with wondering 
 eyes. 
 
 A shadow seemed to fall upon his 
 face, he shook his head and sighed. 
 
 ^' You are too young yet, Davie, for 
 me to explain that. But this I can tell 
 you; it was chiefly because I had done 
 your mother a great wrong, and the 
 thought of it filled me with remorse. 
 That was why I wished to forget the 
 past." 
 
 '^ My poor mother," sobbed Davie, 
 pressing the rings to her lips.
 
 CALAMITY. 229 
 
 Whenever she was looking at him, his 
 face had an expression of grave melan- 
 choly, but when, as now, her eyes were 
 turned away, there was something in his 
 gaze which suggested an eager desire to 
 discover what effect his words had upon 
 her. He had an expressive visage, and 
 its rapid changes would have puzzled 
 the most acute observer to make out 
 the character of the man. 
 
 ^' You may well say that," was hii? 
 answer to Davie's exclamation. '^ She 
 suffered much on my account, and I 
 have found relief from the remembrance 
 of it only in hard work. But my long 
 penance should obtain pardon from you, 
 as it would have obtained forgiveness 
 from her if she could have known it. 
 Give me your hand in token that you 
 pardon me."
 
 230 FAKCY FEEE. 
 
 She gave him her hand, but did not 
 look at him ; the poor girl was sobbing 
 all the time, so many sad thoughts were 
 passing through her mind. The mother 
 who had been wronged, the father who 
 had deserted her and now claimed her 
 under such strange conditions, formed 
 a combination of troubles which over- 
 whelmed her. 
 
 ^' Why do you not speak?" he con- 
 tinued. " I want you to tell me how 
 3'ou propose to help Eglinton." 
 
 She looked up again and answered 
 promptly, her voice now quite steady — 
 
 ^' I shall marry him, and the money 
 you left to me will save him from the 
 poverty you have brought upon him. I 
 hesitated when he asked me yesterday, 
 but now it becomes necessary to atone 
 for what you have done."
 
 CALAMITY. 231 
 
 *^ You are to do nothing of the kind. 
 Your father has the first claim upon 
 you, and he requires assistance at pre- 
 sent. But I know you do not mean 
 what you say, and so we can pass it 
 over. You will come to London soon 
 with your aunt, and I wish you to 
 come to me immediately after your 
 arrival." 
 
 '* I shall go to you since you command 
 me ; but I do mean what I say, and, a» 
 my husband, he alone will have the right 
 to control my actions. You have for- 
 feited a father's rights, and I seek only 
 to make amends for a father's guilt. 
 Oh ! can you not understand how the 
 confession you have made has shocked 
 and alarmed me." 
 
 *^ These are hard words, coming from 
 my daughter, and you will be sorry for
 
 232 FANCY FREE. 
 
 having spoken them when you come to 
 think of it calmly. I forbid yoa to 
 marry him.'* 
 
 Here was a divided duty, indeed. 
 Should she give allegiance to the father 
 who had left her so long as an orphan, 
 or should she follow her own generous 
 impulse and endeavour to redeem his 
 faults by accepting Eglinton ? 
 
 *^ I will let you consider the matter," 
 Davidson said quietly; *' there will be 
 time enough for me to interfere should 
 you persist in disobedience. Now we 
 may say good-bye until you come to 
 London." 
 
 And so they parted.
 
 ( 233 ) 
 
 CHAPTEE XVIII. 
 
 EGLINTON S TKIAL. 
 
 She went back to the house with the 
 determination that she would speak to 
 EgHnton, and tell him that he need not 
 wait any longer. She would keep her 
 promise not to reveal the secret that 
 Davidson was her father ; but she would 
 do her utmost to make amends to her 
 lover, and to comfort him in his mis- 
 fortune. 
 
 She saw Bousfield and Medwyn on the 
 lawn, talking seriously. 
 
 *'It's a bad business," said the former,
 
 234 FAKCY FREE. 
 
 ^' and yon know tliat I was suspicions of 
 it when it was first mentioned to me that 
 Eglinton was obstinate, and I suppose he 
 took the customary view of good advice, 
 and thought it was not worth any- 
 thing." 
 
 ^' It was not so much that as his belief 
 in the result of his own and his friend 
 L eight on 's examination of the mine and 
 the trickery of Davidson which induced 
 him to go into it." 
 
 '* It comes to the same thing in the 
 end — ruin." 
 
 *^ Absolute ruin, I fear, it is for him. 
 He said so himself when he received the 
 news to-day." 
 
 Davie overheard the words, and hast- 
 ened on to the house. There she in- 
 quired for Eglinton, and told the servant 
 to say that she desired to speak to him
 
 EGLINTON'S TRIAL. 235 
 
 in the drawing-room, which she had ob- 
 served was vacant. 
 
 He came in, pale and wearied looking. 
 She met him with both hands extended ; 
 he grasped them, and there was a grateful, 
 although faint, smile on his face. 
 
 "It was good of you to send for me, 
 Davie ; the sight of you is a relief greater 
 than I can tell or you imagine to the 
 misery of my position. It is not myself 
 I care about, but my poor father. I aaa 
 going to him at once to tell him how I 
 have blundered. The news may kiU him, 
 for he loves the old place and its sur- 
 roundings. Oh ! Davie, could you only 
 know the suffering which my folly has 
 caused me ! " 
 
 She put her hands upon his head, and 
 drawing him towards her, kissed him. 
 The man's eyes glistened as if with tears 
 at this sign of tender sympathy.
 
 236 FANCY FREE. 
 
 '^ Let me share the trouble with you/' 
 she murmured. '^ I will try to comfort 
 you, and my fortune will save your father 
 from the necessity of quitting his house. 
 You asked me yesterday to be your wife, 
 and I hesitated. To-day, in your hour of 
 sorrow, I say — Yes." 
 
 ^^ Davie ! " he cried in joyful surprise, 
 and clasped her in his arms with passion- 
 ate fondness. 
 
 She yielded to him, resting her head 
 upon his shoulder and breathing quickly. 
 This new life upon which she had entered 
 seemed to be full of sorrow instead of the 
 joys to which she had looked forward. 
 Still, there might be a future in which 
 happiness would be found. She was 
 young ; she could hope ! 
 
 To him the sudden realization of the 
 bliss for which he had craved for the
 
 EGLIXTON'S TEIAL. 237 
 
 moment made him forget his misfortune 
 and all that it involved. She was there 
 in his arms, and as he kissed her again 
 and again he repeated the dearest title 
 which can be given to a woman — 
 
 ^* My wife — my own wife ! You come 
 like a guardian angel to lift me from 
 despair. If it were not for my father I 
 would now almost rejoice in this mis- 
 fortune because it has brought you to 
 me — my darling ! " * 
 
 "Yes, it is the misfortune which has 
 brought me to you, and it is in misfortune 
 that we find our friends." 
 
 '' You mean that we find out how few 
 they are," he said bitterly. '' But, Davie, 
 I have something to say which will per- 
 haps displease you. Can you bear 
 it?" 
 
 "Anything from you now," she an-
 
 238 FANCY FREE. 
 
 swered, her head still resting on his 
 shoulder. 
 
 He tightened his arms around her and 
 there was deep sorrow in his voice. 
 
 ''Do not be angry with me, if you can 
 help it. I have been thinking during the 
 last minute that we must wait. I cannot 
 accept relief from your fortune — oh, my 
 darling, do not misunderstand me ! I 
 must work, and by-and-by, when I have 
 redeemed the follies of the past, I can 
 claim you. I shall work now in earnest, 
 and will make myself worthy of you. 
 Till then, be free. It costs me more to 
 say that than you can think." 
 
 '' Why say it?" she answered, hiding 
 her face. 
 
 '' I have been thinking during the last 
 few minutes what a mean fellow you 
 would believe you had married if I 
 accepted your generous offer."
 
 EGLINTON'S TRIAL. 239 
 
 '^ Never," she interrupted eagerly. ^' I 
 have reasons for believing that you should 
 have all I possess." 
 
 He was amazed and puzzled; the state- 
 ment was so strange and her agitation so 
 inexplicable. 
 
 *' What reasons ? " 
 
 *' Do not ask — if you care for me at all, 
 do not ask. You are suffering, but I am 
 suffering more because I do not tell the 
 cause of it. I implore you not to press* 
 me further. I will do all I can to help 
 you — have I not proved it by offering you 
 myself and all I own ? I would call you 
 cruel but that I know how much you are 
 distressed." 
 
 ''Not cruel, Davie, but grateful — most 
 grateful and happy even in this trial, now 
 that I know you care for me so much. 
 But I dishke secrets which cannot be ex-
 
 2^0 FANCY FKEE. 
 
 plained. Secrets are always dangerous 
 barriers between those who love." 
 
 " I am sorry I said it, then, since I 
 cannot explain — in time it will all be 
 clear to you." 
 
 He held her out from him and gazed 
 long at her tearful face ; then drawing her 
 to him again — 
 
 '* So be it. I shall wait till you are 
 ready to explain. Meanwhile, I leave 
 here to-night, in order that I may be the 
 first to bear the bad news to my father. 
 But oh, Davie, you do not know how hard 
 you have tried me in giving me another 
 chance of taking you just now. I crave 
 so much for you that, if you had been 
 penniless like myself, I would have said — 
 ^ Come with me.' " 
 
 Then he released her and she went to 
 the window\ She did not understand
 
 EGLINTOX'S TKIAL. 241 
 
 how difficult it had been for Eglinton 
 to come to what was really a wise and 
 generous resolution. She only felt that 
 she had tried to relieve him and that 
 he had declined to accept her aid. 
 
 ^' You are vexed with me," he said 
 sadly. *' Do not add in that way to the 
 burden which is already hard enough to 
 bear." 
 
 ^' I have shown you how the burden 
 might be taken off at once," she answerecT, 
 and there was certainly temper in the 
 way she spoke. '' You refuse it. I have 
 nothing more to say." 
 
 He approached her and placed his hand 
 tenderly on her shoulder ; she made a 
 movement as if to throw it off. 
 
 ^' You should pity me, Davie, rather 
 than be angry with me. I do not refuse 
 your help. I only say that I wish 
 
 VOL. I. It
 
 242 FANCY FREE. 
 
 to prove myself worthy of you by my 
 endeavour to save my father pain, and to 
 be able to come to you as an equal." 
 
 She could not resist that appeal, and she 
 turned to him again. 
 
 ''You are much changed," she said, 
 and there were tears in her eyes. 
 
 " Yes ; I am changed, and I hope for 
 the better; I only want you to believe 
 in me, and it will be for the better." 
 
 With one of her impulsive movements, 
 she placed her hands on his shoulders and 
 gazed in his face for a long time before 
 she spoke. Then with a tender voice^ — 
 
 " I ivill believe in you, but you must 
 let me help you." 
 
 "You have helped me, and the future 
 will prove that the thought of you has 
 enabled me to overcome mountains." 
 
 Davie smiled, and with a shght trem- 
 bling of the lip —
 
 EGLINTON'S TRIAL. 243 
 
 ^^ That is what you say ; it will be 
 some time before I know that it is what 
 you feel." 
 
 '' Then the time will come. Oh, Davie, 
 have you no faith in me at all ? At one 
 moment you seem to love me, and at the 
 next you seem to laugh at me." 
 
 ^^ There is no laughing now," she 
 answered with drooping head. 
 
 He clasped her in his arms. 
 
 ^' Then if I live, and health is granted' 
 to me, there shall be laughter by-and-by." 
 
 He felt convinced that he had strength 
 enough to fight with fate. She felt sure 
 that he loved her ; and that to a woman 
 of right mind is the best thought of all. 
 
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