[Ill.u.s.tration: "There came again to her that singular sense of a past familiarity"]
She was disturbed by the recurrence of the influence, and she went with rapid steps into the house. Mrs. Caird was coming to meet her. "Marion,"
she said, "I have slept past my intentions. Where have you been? It is too late for you to be outside. Come into the house and shut the door."
"I was walking in the garden. You told me to do so."
"Go now to the parlor and sit down. I will be with you directly."
But Marion knew that her aunt"s "directly" had an elastic quality. It might be half an hour, it might be much more. So she took a book of poems from a bookcase hanging against the wall, saying to herself as she did so: "Miss Lamont told me to commit to memory as much good poetry as I could, because there came hours in every life when a verse learned, perhaps twenty years before, would have its message and come back to us.
I suppose just as the bees and the man came back to me. I don"t remember where from."
In less than an hour Mrs. Caird came into the parlor with a gla.s.s of milk in her hand. "Drink it, Marion," she said, "and then go to your sleep. You have surely worn the day threadbare by this time."
"I was learning a few lines until you came to me. I want to tell you something. When it was nearly dark, and I was coming to the house, a man pa.s.sed here."
"I shouldn"t wonder."
"I thought at first it might be Donald."
"You need not look for Donald. I have told you that before."
"He was very tall. He walked like a soldier, and pa.s.sed through the mist like a darker shadow. He gave me a queer feeling."
"Which way did he go?"
"Straight past the house. When his feet touched the brae I lost his footsteps. I saw him but a moment or two. He pa.s.sed so quickly. It was like a dream. I wonder who he was?"
"Most likely the young Lord. Your father told me he might be at Cramer Hall. He hoped not, but thought it more than possible. It will be the right thing for him to keep shadowy and dreamlike. From what I have heard of the young Lord, he is not proper company for any nice girl. The old Lord--G.o.d rest his soul--was a very saint in his religion and a wonderful scholar. Your father thought much of him, and he was never weary of your father"s company, and he left him, also, a good testimony of his friendship in his will."
"Then Father should not infer ill of his son."
"Marion, men may be perfectly fit and proper for each other"s company, and very unfit for a nice girl to talk with. The young man has been six or seven years in a regiment, but now that he has come to the estate and t.i.tle I dare say he will resign. He has to look after his stepmother and the land, for I judge that she is but a young, canary-headed, thoughtless creature."
"Who said he wasn"t good company for a nice girl?"
"The Minister himself said it, and to me he said it. So, Marion, if you should meet him, which I"m thinking is particularly likely, you must act according to my report. "He isn"t proper company for a good girl," that is what the Minister said."
"Perhaps he is not a Calvinist," and Marion smiled, and Mrs. Caird tried not to smile.
"I don"t want any complications," she continued, "so don"t dream of him, don"t think of him, and don"t have any queer feelings about him. Your father will not have things go contrary to his plans, if he can help it, and Lord Richard Cramer is not in his plans."
"I know who is, Aunt, but he is not in my plans."
"What are you talking about?"
"About Allan Reid. Oh, I know Father"s plan. Allan is making love to me whenever he can get a chance. And, if I go down town, I"m meeting him round every corner. I know how Donald came to get into Reid and McBryne"s office."
"If you know so much, why were you keeping so quiet about things?"
"You were always telling me to keep my own counsel and share secrets with n.o.body."
"I was not including myself in that order."
"Father cannot bend either Donald"s or my life to his wish."
"It is your life-long happiness and welfare he is planning for."
"G.o.d will order my life. That will content me. And G.o.d would not want me to marry Allan Reid, with his long neck and weak eyes, because I could never love him, and I suppose you ought to love the man you marry."
"I believe it is thought necessary by some people. Allan will have lots of money, and in good time walk to the head of the biggest shipping business in Glasgow. He is a religious young man, always in kirk when kirktime comes, and I hear that he is also the cleverest of men in a matter of business. He"ll be the richest shipper in Glasgow some day."
"I shall never marry for money. Never! Never!"
"You"ll never marry for money, won"t you? Let me tell you, it is a far better way of marrying, in general, than comes of vows and kisses and all such gentle shepherding."
"For all that, "I will marry my own true love.""
"When he comes, young lady."
"When he comes! I think he will not be long in coming now."
"Go away to your sleep. You"re just dreaming with your eyes open. Good night, dear."
"Good night; and "I will marry my own true love,"" and, with the lilt on her lips, she went singing to her room.
Mrs. Caird sat down, completely perplexed. "Here"s a nice state of affairs!" she mused. "I said but a few words about the young Lord, and, out of a woman"s pure contradiction, she instantly made a graven image of him, and set him up in her mind to worship. She was ready, though she never saw him, to defend him against her father"s judgment. I could see that plainly. What kind of a girl is this? Never a thought of love did I give Andrew Caird until he said in so many words, "Jessy, will you be my wife?" Time enough then to begin the worshiping. Well, Ian is going to have his hands and heart full with these two children, and I"ll be getting the blame of it. And, of course, I shall stand by both of them.
I kissed that promise on my dying sister"s lips, and I wouldn"t break it for Lords, nor Commons, nor the General a.s.sembly of the Kirk added to them. I shall stand by both! There"s no harm in Donald"s opinions. I hold the same myself, and, what"s more, I always shall hold them. Fire couldn"t burn them out of me. As for Marion, if she wants to build her a little romance, why should I hinder? The girl shall have her dream, if it pleases her." Then she slowly went upstairs to her room, and the Little House was still as a resting wheel.
CHAPTER II
LORD RICHARD CRAMER
"Souls see each other at a glance, as two drops of rain might look into each other, if they had life."
"The cause of love can never be a.s.signed, It is not in the face, but in the mind."
It was the Sabbath, and all its surroundings were steeped in that wonderful Sabbath stillness that not even great cities are without. The servants had put on with their kirk gowns the quiet movements they kept for this day, and, as they noiselessly prepared the breakfast, they talked softly to each other in monosyllables. Marion was used to this formality, and indeed was herself involuntarily affected by it. She stood hesitating on the doorsteps about a walk in the garden. Her feet longed for the soft lawns and the flowery paths, but she had not escaped the Sabbath thraldom of her house and native city.
"It might be wrong," she mused, "perhaps I ought to go to G.o.d"s house and honor Him before all else. I must ask Aunt Jessy."
In a few minutes she heard her aunt coming downstairs. Evidently Mrs.
Caird had forgotten that it was the Sabbath; she took the steps quickly, with some noise, too, and her face was happy; indeed, she looked ready to laugh.
"This is a heavenly place!" she said cheerfully, "and here comes Kitty with breakfast. There"s no wonder you stand at the open door, Marion.
Look at that little summerhouse. It is covered with jasmine stars. If you saw an angel resting in it, you would not be astonished."