Dr. Macrae took it with a touch of respect, and read it twice over before he spoke of its contents, though Mrs. Caird and Marion had their part in its message. Finally, he laid it down and, handing his cup to be refilled, he said:
"Jessy, at six o"clock this evening, Lady Cramer will send a carriage for me. She wishes me to stay until Wednesday afternoon, then she intends coming to pay her call of welcome to you and Marion, and I will return with her."
"So she is wanting you for the most part of two days. What for? She has her lawyers, and councillors, and her stepson."
"The business she wants me to talk over with her is beyond lawyers and councillors. It is of a literary and religious nature."
"Oh! You may keep it to yourself, Ian."
"I do not suppose you would understand it. The late Lord left some papers on scientific and theological subjects. Lady Cramer wishes me to prepare them for publication."
"Lord Angus Cramer was not a very competent man, if all is true I have heard about him. I think Marion and myself could understand anything he could write."
"Jessy, we all know that the mental qualities of men differ from those of women. The inequalities of s.e.x----"
"Have nothing whatever to do with mental qualities. Inequalities of s.e.x, indeed! They do not exist! They are a fiction that no sane man can argue about."
"Jessy, I say----"
"Look at your own fireside, Minister. Donald is well fitted to go to the army, take orders, and carry them out. Marion would be giving the orders. Donald has an average quant.i.ty of brains. Marion can double yours, and, if given fitting education and opportunity, would preach and write you out of all remembrance. And where would you be, I wonder, without Jessy Caird to guide and look after all your outgoings and incomings? Who criticizes your sermons and tells you where they are right, and where wrong, and who gives you "the look" when you have said enough, and are going to pa.s.s your climax?"
"My dear sister, you are my right hand in everything. I do nothing without your advice. I admit that I should be a lost man physically without you."
"Mentally, likewise. Give me all the credit I ought to have."
"Yes, my sermons owe a great deal to you. And you have kept me socially right, also. I would have had many enemies, wanting your counseling."
"That"s enough. I have been your faithful friend; and a faithful friend likes, now and then, to have the fact acknowledged. You had better go to your room now and put on the handsomest suit in your keeping. You"ll find linen there white as snow, and pack a fresh wearing of it for to-morrow. By the grace of G.o.d you are a handsome man and you ought to show forth G.o.d"s physical gifts, as well as His spiritual ones."
Doubtless the compliment was balm to the little p.r.i.c.ks and pinches of her previous remarks; for Dr. Macrae went with cheerful, rapid steps to his toilet, and Mrs. Caird looked after him smiling and rubbing her lips complacently, as if she was complimenting them on their courage and moderation.
Tall, stately, aristocratic in appearance, Dr. Macrae stepped into the Cramer carriage with an air and manner that elicited the utmost respect, almost the servility, of the coachman and footman. Marion looked at her aunt with a face glowing with pride, and Mrs. Caird answered the look.
"You are right, Marion. In some ways there is none like him. If he would be patient and considerate with your brother, I would stand by Ian Macrae if the whole world was against him."
"Suppose I should displease him--suppose he told me I must marry Allan Reid, and I would not--would you stand by me as you stand by Donald, Aunt Jessy?"
"Through thick and thin to the very end of the controversy, no matter what it was."
"I saw Father stop and look at the book I laid down."
"What book was it?"
""David Copperfield," and Father told me not to read d.i.c.kens. He said he was common, and would take me only into vulgar and improper company. He told me to read Scott, if I wanted fiction."
"Scott will take you into worse company. Romance does not make robbers and villains good company. d.i.c.kens"s common people are real and human, and have generally some domestic virtues. Yes, indeed, some of his common people are most uncommonly good and lovable. For myself, I cannot be bothered with Scott"s long pedigrees and descriptions. If there"s a crack in a castle wall, he has to describe how far it runs east or west.
It is the old, bad world Scott writes about, full of war and bloodshed, cruel customs and hatreds. And his characters are not the men and women we know, but if you go to England you will see the characters of d.i.c.kens in the omnibuses and on the streets."
"I would like us to have everything in beautiful order on Wednesday, Aunt."
"Everything is in beautiful order now and will be at any hour Lady Cramer chooses to call, as long as I am head of this house."
Still, on Wednesday afternoon Marion looked at the chairs and tables and all the pretty paraphernalia of the parlor critically. There was nothing in it she could wish different. The furniture was of rosewood upholstered in pale blue damask. The walls were covered with a delicate paper, and hung on them were pastels of lovely faces and green landscapes. The latticed windows were open, and a little wind gently moved the white lace curtains. The vases were full of flowers, and a small crystal one held the first rose of the season. There was nothing she could do but open the piano, and place a piece of music on its rack, that would give a sense of life and song to the room.
This done she looked around and, being satisfied, took a book and sat down. The book was "David Copperfield," and she had just arrived at that pleasant period when _David_ finds out that _Dora_ puts her hair in curl papers, and even watches her do it, when Mrs. Caird entered the room.
"Marion," she said, "I see the Cramer carriage coming, stand up and let me look at you."
Then Marion rose and she seemed to shine where she stood. From her throat to her sandals she was clothed in white organdie. A white satin belt was round her waist, and a necklace of polished white coral round her neck. There were white coral combs in her abundant black hair, and beautiful white laces at her elbows.
"You are a bonnie la.s.sie," said her aunt proudly, "and see you hold up your own side. You are Ian Macrae"s daughter and as good as any lady in the land. And beware of flattering my Lady in any form or shape. It is the worst of bad manners, as well as clean against your interests, to flatter a benefactor. Let them say nice words to you."
Then the carriage was at the door, and Mrs. Caird was there also, and Marion could hear the usual formalities, and the rustle of clothing and all the pleasant stir of arriving guests. She sat still until Lady Cramer entered, then rose to greet her. For a moment there was a slight hesitation, the next moment Lady Cramer cried, "You are Marion! I know you, child! I thought you were an angel!"
"Not yet, Lady Cramer."
The right key had been set. Lady Cramer fell at once into a charming, simple conversation and Dr. Macrae, who feared his daughter would be shy and uninteresting, was amazed at the cleverness of her conversation and the self-possession of her manner.
When tea was served, Marion waited upon Lady Cramer. She had given her father one look of invitation to take her place, but the Minister knew better than to answer it. The Apostles had refused to serve tables, he respected his office equally. Spiritually, he sat in the place of honor, how could he serve anyone with tea and m.u.f.fins? There was a maid in cap and ap.r.o.n to perform that duty. The Macraes were a proud family, but it was not temporal pride that actuated the Minister. In all cases and at all hours he followed St. Paul"s example and "magnified his office." He had always retired from anything like service, either at home or abroad, and it would be idle and false not to admit that he was admired and respected for it. It was honor enough that he condescended to be present, for in those days the Calvinistic ministry were a grave and rather haughty religious oligarchy. But they were not to blame; for the honor of G.o.d and their own satisfaction the people made them oligarchs.
After tea Lady Cramer asked Marion to sing for her. "There is a song,"
she said, "that I hear everywhere I go, and never too often. I dare say you can sing it, Marion. May I call you Marion?"
"I should like you to do so, Lady Cramer. And what is the name of the song?"
"I cannot tell you; it is about rowing in a boat; it is the music that charms. My dear, it beats like a human heart."
"I know it," answered Marion and, with a pleased acquiescence, she played a few chords embodying a wonderful melody, and anon her voice went with it, as if it was its very own:
"Row, young comrades, row, young oarsmen, Into the crypt of the night we float; Fair, faint moonbeams wash and wander, Wash and wander about the boat.
Not a fetter is here to bind us, Love and memory lose their spell, Friends of the home we have left behind us, Prisoners of content! Farewell!"
At the last four lines the charm was doubled by someone--not in the room--singing them with her. It was a man"s voice, a fine baritone, and was used with taste and skill. Every line raised Marion"s enthusiasm, no one had ever heard her sing with such power and sweetness before, and during the little outburst of delight that thanked her Lord Richard Cramer entered the room.
"The praise is partly mine," he cried in a joyous voice, "and I know the musician will give me it." As he spoke he took the Minister"s hand, and Dr. Macrae rose at the young man"s request, and introduced his daughter to him. They looked, and they loved. The feeling was instantaneous and indisputable. Richard was on the point of calling her "Marion" a dozen times that happy hour; and "Richard" came as naturally and sweetly to Marion"s lips. They sang the song over again, and before Lady Cramer left she had noticed the impression made upon her son, and resolved to have the young people under her supervision.
"I must have Marion for a week," she said to Mrs. Caird, and Lord Richard added that he had promised to teach Miss Macrae to ride, and that the lessons would require "a week at the very least." And Mrs.
Caird was pleased to give such a ready consent to the proposal that Dr.
Macrae could find no possible reason for refusing it.
Then the party broke up in a happy little tumult that defied the cold proprieties of the best society; for Lord Cramer had set the chatter and laughter going, and to Mrs. Caird the relaxation was like a gla.s.s of cold water to a thirsty woman.
"I am worldly enough to like the Cramers" way," she answered, when the Minister regretted the innocent merriment. "There was not a wrong word; no, nor a wrong thought, Ian; and I was fairly wearying for the sound of happy singing, and the voices of young folks chattering and laughing.
This afternoon has been a great pleasure to me. And I"m hoping there will be plenty more like it. A man from the Hall has just brought a box.
It appears to be a heavy one."
"It is full of books and papers."
"What kind of books, Ian?"