The Half-Hearted eBook

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The sun set in the thick of the dark hills, and a tired and merry party scrambled down the burnside to the highway.  They had long outstayed their intention, but care sat lightly there, and Lady Manorwater alone was vexed by thoughts of a dinner untouched and a respectable household in confusion.  The sweet-scented dusk was soothing to the senses, and there in the narrow glen, with the wide blue strath and the gleam of the river below, it was hard to find the link of reality and easy to credit fairyland.  Arthur and Miss Wishart had gone on in front and were now strayed among boulders.  She liked this trim and precise young man, whose courtesy was so grave and elaborate, while he, being a recluse by nature but a humanitarian by profession, was half nervous and half entranced in her cheerful society.  They talked of nothing, their hearts being set on the scramble, and when at last they reached the highway and the farm where the Glenavelin traps had been put up, they found themselves a clear ten minutes in advance of the others.

As they sat on the dyke in the soft cool air Alice spoke casually of the place.  “Where is Etterick?” she asked; and a light on a hillside farther up the glen was pointed out to her.

“It’s a very fresh and pleasant place to stay at,” said Arthur.  “We’re much higher than you are at Glenavelin, and the house is bigger and older.  But we simply camp in a corner of it.  You can never get Lewie to live like other people.  He is the best of men, but his tastes are primeval.  He makes us plunge off a verandah into a loch first thing in the morning, you know, and I shall certainly drown some day, for I am never more than half awake, and I always seem to go straight to the bottom.  Then he is crazy about long expeditions, and when the Twelfth comes we shall never be off the hill.  He is a long way too active for these slack modern days.”

Lewie, Lewie!  It was Lewie everywhere! thought the girl.  What could become of a man who was so hedged about by admirers?  He had seemed to court her presence, and her heart had begun to beat faster of late when she saw his face.  She dared not confess to herself that she was in love—­that she wanted this Lewis to herself, and bated the pretensions of his friends.  Instead she flattered herself with a fiction.  Her ground was the high one of an interest in character.  She liked the young man and was sorry to see him in a way to be spoiled by too much admiration.  And the angel who records our innermost thoughts smiled to himself, if such grave beings can smile.

Meantime Lewis was delivered bound and captive to the enemy.  All down the burn his companion had been Mr. Stocks, and they had lagged behind the others.  That gentleman had not enjoyed the day; he had been bored by the landscape and scorched by the sun; also, as the time of contest approached, he was full of political talk, and he had found no ears to appreciate it.  Now he had seized on Lewis, and the younger man had lent him polite attention though inwardly full of ravening and bitterness.

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