书城公版Sir Gibbie
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The most pleasant of her thoughts were of necessity those with which the two youths were associated.How dreary but for them and theirs would the retrospect of her life have been! Several times every winter they had met at the minister's, and every summer she had again and again seen Gibbie with Mrs.Sclater, and once or twice had had a walk with them, and every time Gibbie had something of Donal's to give her.Twice Gibbie had gone to see her at the school, but the second time she asked him not to come again, as Miss Kimble did not like it.He gave a big stare of wonder, and thought of Angus and the laird; but followed the stare with a swift smile, for he saw she was troubled, and asked no question, but waited for the understanding of all things that must come.But now, when or where was she ever to see them more? Gibbie was no longer at the minister's, and perhaps she would never be invited to meet them there again.She dared not ask Donal to call: her father would be indignant; and for her father's sake she would not ask Gibbie; it might give him pain; while the thought that he would of a certainty behave so differently to him now that he was well-dressed, and mannered like a gentleman, was almost more unendurable to her than the memory of his past treatment of him.

Mr.and Mrs.Sclater had called upon them the moment they were settled in the cottage; but Mr.Galbraith would see nobody.When the gate-bell rang, he always looked out, and if a visitor appeared, withdrew to his bedroom.

One brilliant Saturday morning, the second in the session, the ground hard with an early frost, the filmy ice making fairy caverns and grottos in the cart-ruts, and the air so condensed with cold that every breath, to those who ate and slept well, had the life of two, Mrs.Sclater rang the said bell.Mr.Galbraith peeping from the window, saw a lady's bonnet, and went.She walked in, followed by Gibbie, and would have Ginevra go with them for a long walk.

Pleased enough with the proposal, for the outsides of life had been dull as well as painful of late, she went and asked her father.If she did not tell him that Sir Gilbert was with Mrs.Sclater, perhaps she ought to have told him; but I am not sure, and therefore am not going to blame her.When parents are not fathers and mothers, but something that has no name in the kingdom of heaven, they place the purest and most honest of daughters in the midst of perplexities.

"Why do you ask me?" returned her father."My wishes are nothing to any one now; to you they never were anything.""I will stay at home, if you wish it, papa,--with pleasure," she replied, as cheerfully as she could after such a reproach.

"By no means.If you do, I shall go and dine at the Red Hart," he answered--not having money enough in his possession to pay for a dinner there.

I fancy he meant to be kind, but, like not a few, alas! took no pains to look as kind as he was.There are many, however, who seem to delight in planting a sting where conscience or heart will not let them deny.It made her miserable for a while of course, but she had got so used to his way of breaking a gift as he handed it, that she answered only with a sigh.When she was a child, his ungraciousness had power to darken the sunlight, but by repetition it had lost force.In haste she put on her little brown-ribboned bonnet, took the moth-eaten muff that had been her mother's, and rejoined Mrs.Sclater and Gibbie, beaming with troubled pleasure.

Life in her was strong, and their society soon enabled her to forget, not her father's sadness, but his treatment of her.

At the end of the street, they found Donal waiting them--without greatcoat or muffler, the picture of such health as suffices to its own warmth, not a mark of the midnight student about him, and looking very different, in town-made clothes, from the Donal of the mirror.He approached and saluted her with such an air of homely grace as one might imagine that of the Red Cross Knight, when, having just put on the armour of a Christian man, from a clownish fellow he straightway appeared the goodliest knight in the company.

Away they walked together westward, then turned southward.Mrs.

Sclater and Gibbie led, and Ginevra followed with Donal.And they had not walked far, before something of the delight of old times on Glashruach began to revive in the bosom of the too sober girl.In vain she reminded herself that her father sat miserable at home, thinking of her probably as the most heartless of girls; the sun, and the bright air like wine in her veins, were too much for her, Donal had soon made her cheerful, and now and then she answered his talk with even a little flash of merriment.They crossed the bridge, high-hung over the Daur, by which on that black morning Gibbie fled; and here for the first time, with his three friends about him, he told on his fingers the dire deed of the night, and heard from Mrs.Sclater that the murderers had been hanged.Ginevra grew white and faint as she read his fingers and gestures, but it was more at the thought of what the child had come through, than from the horror of his narrative.They then turned eastward to the sea, and came to the top of the rock-border of the coast, with its cliffs rent into gullies, eerie places to look down into, ending in caverns into which the waves rushed with bellow and boom.Although so nigh the city, this was always a solitary place, yet, rounding a rock, they came upon a young man, who hurried a book into his pocket, and would have gone by the other side, but perceiving himself recognized, came to meet them, and saluted Mrs.Sclater, who presented him to Ginevra as the Rev.Mr.Duff.

"I have not had the pleasure of seeing you since you were quite a little girl, Miss Galbraith," said Fergus.

Ginevra said coldly she did not remember him.The youths greeted him in careless student fashion: they had met now and then for a moment about the college; and a little meaningless talk followed.