"She"ll stand fine for a wee while," he a.s.sured his host. "You"ll be the better of hearing all about it from me."
They went into the smoking room and the escort began forthwith.
"The fact is, Mr. Cromarty, that yon man Simon Rattar is a fair discredit. Miss Farmond has been telling me the haill story of her running away, and your ain vera seasonable appearance and judicious conduct, sir; which I am bound to say, Mr. Cromarty, is neither more nor less than I"d have expect.i.t of a gentleman of your intelligence. Weel, to continue, Miss Farmond acted on your advice--which would have been my own, sir, under the circ.u.mstances--and tellt her ladyship the plain facts. Weel then----"
"And what did Lady Cromarty say to you?" demanded Ned.
"Hardly a word. She simply looked at me and said she would send for Mr.
Rattar."
Not a whit rebuffed, Mr. Bisset straightway resumed his narrative.
"A perfectly proper principle if the man was capable of telling the truth. I"m no blaming her ladyship at that point, but where she depart.i.t from the proper principles of evidence----"
"When did Rattar come?"
"This morning," said Cicely. "And--can you believe it?--he absolutely denied that he had ever advised me to go away!"
"I can believe it," said Ned grimly. "And I suppose Lady Cromarty believed him?"
"G.o.d, but you"re right, sir!" cried Bisset. "Your deductions are perfectly correct. Yon man had the impudence to give the haill thing a flat denial! And then naturally Miss Farmond was for off, but at first her ladyship was no for letting her go. Indeed she went the length of sending for me and telling me the young lady was not to be permitted to shift her luggage out of the house or use any conveyance."
"But Bisset was splendid!" cried Cicely. "Do you know what the foolish man did? He gave up his situation and took me away!"
Bisset, the man, permitted a gleam of pleasure to illuminate his blunt features; but Bisset, the philosopher, protested with some dignity.
"It was a mere matter of principle, sir. Detention of luggage like yon is no legal. I tellt her ladyship flatly that she"d find herself afore the Shirra", and that I was no going to abet any such proceedings. I further informed her, sir, of my candid opinion of Simon Rattar, and I said plainly that he was probably meaning to marry her and get the estate under his thumb, and these were the kind o" tricks rascally lawyers took in foolish women wi"."
"You told Lady Cromarty that!" exclaimed Ned. "And what did she say?"
"We had a few disagreeable pa.s.sages, as it were, sir," said the philosopher calmly. "And then I borrowed yon trap and having advised Miss Farmond to come to Stanesland and she being amenable, I just brought her along to you."
"Oh, it was on your advice then?"
"Yes, sir."
Cicely and her host exchanged one fleeting glance and then looked extremely unconscious.
"She"s derned wise!" said he to himself.
He held out his hand to the gratified counsellor.
"Well done, Bisset, you"ve touched your top form to-day, and I may tell you I"ve been wanting some one like you badly for a long while, if you are willing to stay on with me. Put that in your pipe, Bisset, and smoke over it! And now, you know your way, go and get yourself some tea, and a drink of the wildest poison you fancy!"
Hardly was the door closed behind him than the laird put his fate to the test as promptly and directly as he did most other things.
"I want you to stop on too, Cicely--for ever. Will you?"
Her eyes, shyly questioning for a moment and then shyly tender, answered his question before her lips had moved, and it would have been hard to convince them that the minutes which followed ever had a parallel within human experience.
A little later he confessed:
"Do you know, Cicely, I"ve always had a funky feeling that if I ever proposed my gla.s.s eye would drop out!"
The next event was the somewhat sudden entry of Lilian Cromarty, and that lady"s self control was never more severely tested or brilliantly vindicated. One startled glance, and then she was saying, briskly, and with the old bright smile:
"A telegram for you, Ned."
"Thanks," said he. "By the way, here"s the future Mrs. Ned--that"s to say if she doesn"t funk it before the wedding."
Lilian"s welcome, Lilian"s embrace, and Lilian"s congratulations were alike perfect. Cicely wondered how people could ever have said the critical things of her which some of her acquaintances were unkind enough to say at times. As to Bisset"s dictum regarding the lady in the castle, that was manifestly absurd on the face of it. Miss Cromarty was clearly overjoyed to hear of her brother"s engagement.
"And now, Neddy dear!" cried the bright lady, "tell me how it all came about!"
Ned looked up from his telegram with a glint in his eye that was hardly a lover"s glance.
"Cicely will tell you all about it," said he. "I"m afraid I"ve got to be off pretty well as quick as I can."
He handed them the wire and they read: "Meet me eight to-night Kings Arms urgent. Carrington."
"From Mr. Carrington!" exclaimed his sister.
Ned smiled.
"Cicely will explain him too," he said. "By Gad, I wonder if this is going to be the finishing bit of luck!"
In another twenty minutes the lights of his gig lamps were raking the night.
x.x.xVIII
TRAPPED
Cromarty and Carrington slipped unostentatiously out of the hotel a few minutes after eight o"clock.
"Take any line you like," said Carrington, "but as he knows now that you brought Miss Farmond back and have heard her version, he"ll naturally be feeling a little uncomfortable about the place where one generally gets kicked, when he sees you march in. He will expect you to open out on that subject, so if I were you I"d take the natural line of country and do what he expects."
"Including the kicking?"
Carrington laughed.
"Keep him waiting for that. Spin it out; that"s your job to-night."
"I wish it were more than talking!" said Ned.
"Well," drawled Carrington, "it may lead to something more amusing. Who knows? You haven"t bought your own gun, I suppose? Take mine."