"He does love you, Babbie?" she asked, suddenly doubtful.
Babbie turned away her face, then shook her head.
"But you love him?"
Again Babbie shook her head.
"Oh, my dear," cried Margaret, in distress, "if this is so, are you not afraid to marry him?"
She knew now that Babbie was crying, but she did not know why Babbie could not look her in the face.
"There may be times," Babbie said, most woeful that she had not married Rintoul, "when it is best to marry a man though we do not love him."
"You are wrong, Babbie," Margaret answered gravely; "if I know anything at all, it is that."
"It may be best for others."
"Do you mean for one other?" Margaret asked, and the girl bowed her head. "Ah, Babbie, you speak like a child."
"You do not understand."
"I do not need to be told the circ.u.mstances to know this--that if two people love each other, neither has any right to give the other up."
Babbie turned impulsively to cast herself on the mercy of Gavin"s mother, but no word could she say; a hot tear fell from her eyes upon the coverlet, and then she looked at the door, as if to run away.
"But I have been too inquisitive," Margaret began; whereupon Babbie cried, "Oh no, no, no: you are very good. I have no one who cares whether I do right or wrong."
"Your parents----"
"I have had none since I was a child."
"It is the more reason why I should be your friend," Margaret said, taking the girl"s hand.
"You do not know what you are saying. You cannot be my friend."
"Yes, dear, I love you already. You have a good face, Babbie, as well as a beautiful one."
Babbie could remain in the room no longer. She bade Margaret good-night and bent forward to kiss her; then drew back, like a Judas ashamed.
"Why did you not kiss me?" Margaret asked in surprise, but poor Babbie walked out of the room without answering.
Of what occurred at the manse on the following day until I reached it, I need tell little more. When Babbie was tending Sam"l Farquharson"s child in the Tenements she learned of the flood in Glen Quharity, and that the greater part of the congregation had set off to the a.s.sistance of the farmers; but fearful as this made her for Gavin"s safety, she kept the new anxiety from his mother. Deceived by another story of Jean"s, Margaret was the one happy person in the house.
"I believe you had only a lover"s quarrel with Lord Rintoul last night," she said to Babbie in the afternoon. "Ah, you see I can guess what is taking you to the window so often. You must not think him long in coming for you. I can a.s.sure you that the rain which keeps my son from me must be sufficiently severe to separate even true lovers. Take an old woman"s example, Babbie. If I thought the minister"s absence alarming, I should be in anguish; but as it is, my mind is so much at ease that, see, I can thread my needle."
It was in less than an hour after Margaret spoke thus tranquilly to Babbie that the precentor got into the manse.
Chapter Forty-Two.
MARGARET, THE PRECENTOR, AND G.o.d BETWEEN.
Unless Andrew Luke, who went to Canada, be still above ground, I am now the only survivor of the few to whom Lang Tammas told what pa.s.sed in the manse parlor after the door closed on him and Margaret. With the years the others lost the details, but before I forget them the man who has been struck by lightning will look at his arm without remembering what shrivelled it. There even came a time when the scene seemed more vivid to me than to the precentor, though that was only after he began to break up.
"She was never the kind o" woman," Whamond said, "that a body need be nane feared at. You can see she is o" the timid sort. I couldna hae selected a woman easier to speak bold out to, though I had ha"en my pick o" them."
He was a gaunt man, sour and hard, and he often paused in his story with a puzzled look on his forbidding face.
"But, man, she was so michty windy o" him. If he had wanted to put a knife into her, I believe that woman would just hae telled him to take care no to cut his hands. Ay, and what innocent-like she was! If she had heard enough, afore I saw her, to make her uneasy, I could hae begun at once; but here she was, shaking my hand and smiling to me, so that aye when I tried to speak I gaed through ither. n.o.body can despise me for it, I tell you, mair than I despise mysel".
"I thocht to mysel", "Let her hae her smile out, Tammas Whamond; it"s her hinmost." Syne wi" shame at my cowardliness, I tried to yoke to my duty as chief elder o" the kirk, and I said to her, as thrawn as I could speak, "Dinna thank me; I"ve done nothing for you."
""I ken it wasna for me you did it," she said, "but for him; but, oh, Mr. Whamond, will that make me think the less o" you? He"s my all,"
she says, wi" that smile back in her face, and a look mixed up wi"t that said as plain, "and I need no more." I thocht o" saying that some builds their house upon the sand, but--dagont, dominie, it"s a solemn thing the pride mithers has in their laddies. I mind aince my ain mither--what the devil are you glowering at, Andrew Luke? Do you think I"m greeting?
""You"ll sit down, Mr. Whamond," she says next.
""No, I winna," I said, angry-like. "I didna come here to sit."
"I could see she thocht I was shy at being in the manse parlor; ay, and I thocht she was pleased at me looking shy. Weel, she took my hat out o" my hand, and she put it on the chair at the door, whaur there"s aye an auld chair in grand houses for the servant to sit on at family exercise.
""You"re a man, Mr. Whamond," says she, "that the minister delights to honor, and so you"ll oblige me by sitting in his own armchair.""
Gavin never quite delighted to honor the precentor, of whom he was always a little afraid, and perhaps Margaret knew it. But you must not think less of her for wanting to gratify her son"s chief elder. She thought, too, that he had just done her a service. I never yet knew a good woman who did not enjoy flattering men she liked.
"I saw my chance at that," Whamond went on, "and I says to her sternly, "In worldly position," I says, "I"m a common man, and it"s no for the like o" sic to sit in a minister"s chair; but it has been G.o.d"s will," I says, "to wrap around me the mantle o" chief elder o"
the kirk, and if the minister falls awa frae grace, it becomes my duty to take his place."
"If she had been looking at me, she maun hae grown feared at that, and syne I could hae gone on though my ilka word was a knockdown blow. But she was picking some things aff the chair to let me down on"t.
""It"s a pair o" mittens I"m working for the minister," she says, and she handed them to me. Ay, I tried no to take them, but--Oh, lads, it"s queer to think how saft I was.
""He"s no to ken about them till they"re finished," she says, terrible fond-like.
"The words came to my mouth, "They"ll never be finished," and I could hae cursed mysel" for no saying them. I dinna ken how it was, but there was something pitiful in seeing her take up the mittens and begin working cheerily at one, and me kenning all the time that they would never be finished. I watched her fingers, and I said to mysel", "Another st.i.tch, and that maun be your last." I said that to mysel"
till I thocht it was the needle that said it, and I wondered at her no hearing.
"In the tail o" the day I says, "You needna bother; he"ll never wear them," and they sounded sic words o" doom that I rose up off the chair. Ay, but she took me up wrang, and she said, "I see you have noticed how careless o" his ain comforts he is, and that in his zeal he forgets to put on his mittens, though they may be in his pocket a"
the time. Ay," says she, confident-like, "but he winna forget these mittens, Mr. Whamond, and I"ll tell you the reason: it"s because they"re his mother"s work."
"I stamped my foot, and she gae me an apologetic look, and she says, "I canna help boasting about his being so fond o" me."
"Ay, but here was me saying to mysel", "Do your duty, Tammas Whamond; you sluggard, do your duty," and without lifting my een frae her fingers I said sternly, "The chances are," I said, "that these mittens will never be worn by the hands they are worked for."