Presently out of the same rose garden a man walked hurriedly, followed by a woman, who quickly overtook him, to his perceptible annoyance9. They were Sir William Creech and Eppy McKay. Eppy[247] looked exceedingly ugly in the full glare of the bright sun. She was dressed in a brilliant plaid gown, the style of which seemed to accentuate10 her angularity; and a huge Gainsborough hat was perched jauntily11 upon her towering court wig12. Her small green eyes looked coquettishly at her irate13 companion. He stopped and glared at her fiercely.
“But I desire to take a smoke,” he said wrathfully.
“I don’t object to smoke, Sir William,” she tittered coyly.
He looked about him wildly as if seeking some means of escape from his admirer. “But I wish to be alone,” he cried almost pleadingly.
She opened her eyes and regarded him reproachfully. “Oh, you are joking, Sir William, but you cannot scare me away.”
With a groan16 of despair he continued his walk, hoping to escape from his persistent17 admirer. “Great heavens! I’ll go daft yet,” he muttered as he perceived her close at his elbow. For a few minutes he puffed18 furiously at his pipe, casting angry glances from time to time at his unwelcome companion, who trotted19 along so contentedly20 at his side. Finally Sir William concluded that he could not elude21 her attentions for the time being, so decided22 to make the best of the infliction23. “Do I go too fast for you?” he asked maliciously24, as he heard her puffing26 away vigorously beside him.
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“No, indeed,” she replied with a little breathless giggle27. “You couldn’t go too fast for me, for I am as light and quick on my feet as ever I was. In faith, why shouldn’t I be?” she continued gayly. “I am only 32. You see I am so much younger than you.”
He snorted angrily. “Well, you don’t look it,” he retorted. She stopped short and looked at him in amazed indignation.
“What?” she quavered, a little out of breath, “I don’t look younger than you?”
At the sign of approaching tears, Sir William frowned impatiently. “I mean you don’t look—32,” he said diplomatically.
She simpered and thanked him for the compliment.
He smiled grimly as he said to himself, “She’s over 60 if she’s a day.”
“They all tell me I don’t look my age,” she said gushingly28. “It’s my artistic29 soul that keeps me so young and fresh-looking.” They sat down on a bench, glad of the opportunity to cool themselves after their strenuous30 walk. “Do you know,” she said dreamily, fanning herself, “I am very different from most artistic people.” He looked at her. “Oh my, yes, indeed!” she affirmed convincingly. “I don’t live in the clouds, I am of the earth earthy,” and she gave him another languishing31 look.
“Ye don’t tell me,” he retorted mockingly.
“But I love art,” sighed Eppy ecstatically.[249] “When I was young,” she went on reminiscently, “I mean when I was younger,” she corrected herself with a startled look at her silent companion, “I came near having a painting from my own hand hung in the National Gallery.”
“You are a clever woman,” he remarked sarcastically32.
“It was this way,” she explained volubly. “I had painted a lovely marine34. I do marines much better than anything else,” with a self-conscious smirk35, “and upon showing it to Mr. William Nichol, a dear man, but one who drinks to excess, he promised to mention it to the Lord Mayor. Well, it made me exceedingly nervous, I vow36. However, I bought a most lovely frame for it, Nile green in color, with sweet red plush ends.” She cleared her throat affectedly37 and continued with evident delight. “I do like things to match,” she explained, “and the green was the exact shade of the water. It was simply exquisite39.” She clasped her hands together and rolled her eyes heavenward. “And the red ends exactly matched the cow, which was a lovely shade of——”
Eppy looked at him pettishly41. She didn’t like to be so violently interrupted. “Certainly a cow,” she returned frigidly42. “Is there anything strange in a cow?” and she drew herself up with an injured air.
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“No, there’s nothing strange in a cow when it is by itself,” replied Sir William dryly, “but in a marine, well, it is a little hard on the cow.”
“You don’t know what you are saying, Sir William,” flashed Eppy indignantly. “Please don’t interrupt me again. The cow I have reference to was in one corner drinking. I heard Lady Nancy Gordon telling Mrs. McLehose that the cow looked as if it were trying to drink the ocean dry; the idea!” and she clucked her tongue against her teeth in contemptuous scorn. “She’s a cat,” she continued spitefully; “I never could bear her. She was uncommon44 jealous of me, yes, indeed, but that’s another matter.”
Sir William turned crimson45, and seemed about to choke, as he tried to smother46 his laughter. “You were telling me about your marine,” he finally stuttered.
“Don’t hurry me, Sir William,” said Eppy coquettishly. “Well, I took it to Lord Mundobbo. You know whom I mean; at that time he had something to do with the National Gallery; Mr. Nichol didn’t inform me as to his exact connection with it.” She paused and gazed soulfully into space. “Shall I ever forget the day? The sun was high in the heavens—but there,” she broke off with a deprecating smile. “I really must restrain my poetic47 impulse. But as I was saying,” she rambled48 on quickly, “the sky was overcast49 and threatening snow——”
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“I thought the sun was shining, Miss McKay,” interrupted Sir William gruffly.
She was beginning to get on his nerves again. “I am a little mixed in my metaphors,” apologized Eppy condescendingly, “but you flustrate me so, Sir William,” and she tapped him playfully with her fan. “Well, I felt that victory was mine. I took off the paper—it was pink, tied with a yellow string—and laid it before him.” She paused impressively, then she continued in an elocutionary tone of voice. “He gazed at it long and silently. He was simply speechless. I knew he’d be. I said to him, ‘Lord Mundobbo, as much as it grieves me to part with my—ahem—masterpiece, for the sake of art I will permit you to add it to the collection of paintings in the National Gallery.’ Said he, ‘Miss McKay, really I appreciate this honor you do me and the National Gallery. It is a masterpiece of its kind, but I cannot accept it.’”
“He said if I would change the ocean into a fresh water pond and give the cow a chance, he might consider it,” and Eppy tearfully regarded her now laughing companion with an aggrieved51 air.
“Did ye do it?” inquired Sir William, rising to his feet.
“Did I do it!” repeated Eppy with horror expressed in every tone of her voice, every feature of[252] her pointed52 face. “No, sir,” she replied emphatically. “Never would I willingly spoil a work of art. That was my first and only. I couldn’t improve on it. But my artistic soul was smothered53, and now another, a poetic spirit has taken its place.” She smiled dreamily, a sigh of content escaping her parted lips.
“A case of the survival of the fittest, eh?” he retorted brusquely.
For a moment they walked on in silence, Sir William wondering how to get rid of the incubus55, and Eppy happy over the impression she fondly imagined she had made upon Sir William. Just then a bend in the avenue brought them in full view of the broad terrace in front of the hall, where Robert’s handsome figure was outlined clearly against the dazzling blue of the sky. Several people were grouped near him. He seemed to be in animated56 conversation with some of them, and his face was radiant with smiles. With a cry of delight, Eppy hurried forward to greet him, forgetting Sir William utterly57, much to his amazement. That she, or anyone, would dare leave him so unceremoniously to join Robert Burns angered him beyond measure. He followed her slowly at some little distance, with no very pleasant expression on his stern features.
Later in the afternoon when it was close to sunset, and all other amusements had given way to the delight of dancing Sir Roger de Coverly on the[253] springy green turf to the silvery music of the orchestra, Mary and Mrs. Dunlop put in their appearance. Mary was looking very beautiful in a clinging, old-fashioned white crepe de chene, another old relic58 of Mrs. Dunlop’s dead and gone slim youth. While they danced, she reclined languidly in a low chair, her sad eyes fixed59 mournfully upon Robert’s glowing face as he lay stretched in lazy length at her feet. The day had passed and still she had had no opportunity to tell him the dire60 news, for she had not seen him since the night before.
While the dancing was in progress a liveried page walked noiselessly over the turf and stopping beside the recumbent figure of the poet, quietly handed him a note. He leisurely61 opened it and read it at a glance. “Say I’ll be right there,” he said to the waiting page after a moment’s meditation62. He excused himself to Mary and the others and followed the man indoors, with a frown of impatient wonder clouding his brow.
Under the shadow of a noble maple63, Lady Glencairn was seated in earnest conversation with her uncle. Her ladyship was looking exceedingly beautiful in a pink-flowered summer silk, which puffed and billowed around her, with a bunch of white heather at her breast and a wreath of the same dainty flowers in her picturesque6 Leghorn hat. She held a pink-lined parasol over her head, and from under the protecting shadow her dark lustrous64 eyes flashed disdainfully[254] as she regarded her scolding companion. Suddenly she gave a start and leaned forward to watch the group opposite. She had noticed the quiet entrance of the servant and the immediate66 departure of the poet, and idly wondered who it was that desired to see Robert on such urgent business that they must needs follow him here. The minutes passed and still he did not return. She was growing anxious. “Suppose”—and she started violently at the sudden thought—“suppose it was by some unfortunate chance Jean Armour67 herself?” She rose quickly to her feet, with a word of apology and after a quick look around, in which she noticed Mary’s pale face and restless manner, she walked leisurely toward the house. Once inside she rang for the page and upon questioning him learned that the young woman who had insisted on seeing Mr. Burns, and who was none other than Jean Armour, as she concluded from the man’s description, had just gone, and that Mr. Burns was now seated in the drawing-room alone. Hastily dismissing him, she stole softly into the parlors68, and there beside the table, his face in his hands, sat Robert, his shoulders heaving convulsively. She looked at him a moment and the tears of pity came into her luminous69 eyes. Then softly she walked to his side and laid her cool hand upon his feverish70 head. “Robert, I am so sorry for you,” she said gently.
He lifted his head with a start and rose quickly[255] to his feet. It didn’t occur to him to ask what she meant or to inquire how she knew what had happened in that room, and she was secretly glad that he demanded no explanation. “Where is she?” he asked dully.
“She has gone,” she answered quickly. “I—I met her at the door and offered to assist her, gave her money and advised her not to make any unnecessary scandal in town, but to return to her home at once. You know she is my godchild. So she promised to go, and I presume she is now on her way.” She looked him straight in the eyes as she glibly71 told this falsehood. She didn’t know what arrangements he had made with Jean, but she daringly made the lying explanation, confident that he would believe it, for he could have no possible reason for suspecting her motives72, or any means of finding out at present that she had not indeed met Jean, who might have altered her plans at the last moment.
A look of anger came over his face for a moment, then as quickly died away, and his eyes filled with a hopeless, despairing look. He walked slowly to the window, his hands clenched73 together behind him, and stood there, pale and miserable74 and wretched, gazing out upon the scene of happiness he had just left.
Lady Glencairn watched him with eyes filled with passion, and her heart beat with painful thuds as she fought against the desperate longing75 to throw herself into his arms and comfort him. She glided[256] quickly to his side and put her hand gently within his arm and stood there in sympathetic silence although she was consumed with jealousy76 as she watched his melancholy77 eyes riveted78 on the fair face of his lost sweetheart. For a while they stood there in gloomy quiet. Presently a deep, heartrending sigh, which was almost a sob79, escaped his trembling lips.
“An’ we were so happy a few minutes ago,” he murmured brokenly. “An’ noo ’tis all over.” He paused and bit his lips convulsively. Presently he went on in a dull, low tone as if speaking to himself, “How true it is, there’s many a slip ’twixt cup and lip.” Lady Glencairn pressed his arm tenderly, but remained silent. “What have I to live for noo?” he continued with despairing mournfulness.
“Everything, Robert,” murmured her ladyship tenderly, gazing up into his face with glittering eyes.
He turned and looked at her in wonder. As he saw the feverish flush on her face, felt her hot breath on his cheek, he remembered with a start her peculiar81 words and meaning looks at Athol Castle the night before. Lady Glencairn noted82 with apprehension83 the look of stern coldness spread quickly over his face, and the nervous tears of disappointment and passionate84 longing welled up in her eyes. Then with reckless abandon she dropped her head against his shoulder and let the tears flow unrestrainedly. For a[257] moment Robert stood there speechless with surprise and horror, for he knew at last that what he had vaguely85 feared was an indisputable fact; knew that his hostess, the wife of his dearest friend and counsellor, entertained a guilty passion for him. It filled him with righteous anger that she would willingly betray the love and confidence of the noblest gentleman in the kingdom. He placed the weeping woman in a chair and stood looking down upon her with a frown of displeasure. “Lady Glencairn,” he said coldly, “if these tears are for my unhappy fate, I thank ye for your sympathy.”
She caught his hand and held it tightly within her arm. “Oh, no, no, Robert, ’tis not that,” she whispered passionately86. “Do you not remember the Lady of the Lake I told you of last evening?” He made no reply. Then she continued slowly, her voice low and shaking, “Read my fate in that of hers.”
Still he would not understand her. “I fear I do not understand your meaning, my lady,” he replied, trying to withdraw his hand from her grasp, but she held it firmly.
“Cannot your heart understand mine?” she cried recklessly. “Does it not pity my wretchedness?”
He was silent for a moment. He knew he could no longer parry with her, for her words and meaning were too plain to admit of any misunderstanding. He turned to her, his face set and firm. “Lady Glencairn,” he said sternly, “you dishonor yourself[258] by such madness, and all for naught88. My heart is noo numb89 with sorrow, it could feel no throb90 of yours, even were I vile91 enough to see no evil in usurping92 your husband’s rights.”
“Do not remind me of my unhappiness!” she exclaimed impatiently. “I married him when I was a girl, before I knew what love was. Then you came into my life, and I knew that the fire of love was not dead within me.” Her rich seductive voice trembled with passion.
“Let me speak, Robert!” she cried, clinging to him frantically94. “I can no longer contain myself, for I love you better than my life, better than my honor, my good name; I care not for them now. Oh, pity me, pity me!” and she flung herself down on her knees before him and burst into a storm of irrepressible weeping.
Robert looked around apprehensively95. The thought that someone might suddenly enter the room filled him with alarmed dismay. With a quick movement he raised her to her feet, and his voice trembled with deep feeling when he next spoke96. “I do pity you,” he said sorrowfully, “but I pity your husband more, when he learns of your faithlessness.” He paused and regarded her with reproachful sadness. “Oh, why have you severed97 forever the threads of our friendship by such imprudence, such rashness?”[259] As he finished he bowed his head and walked slowly toward the door.
“Do not leave me like this!” she panted desperately99. “Can’t you see you are killing100 me by your coldness.” She held out her arms in piteous entreaty101 as she continued tenderly, “Tell me you didn’t mean it, Robert. Say you are but testing my love for you.”
He turned on her quickly and at his look of contemptuous scorn she drooped102 her head and the hot blood rushed to her face. “Are you lost to all sense of prudence98, honor and decency103?” he cried in scathing104 accents. “Heaven knows I’m no moralist, no saint,” and he gave a mirthless little laugh as he thought of the opinion Edinburgh had formed concerning his morality—then he went on firmly, solemnly, “But I would sooner cut this erring105 heart of mine out of this body than fall so low as to betray the honor of my friend who trusts me.” She started to speak again, but he raised his hand quickly. “Say no more, Lady Glencairn,” he said with calm dignity, “an’ I’ll forget this distressing107 conversation, and continue thro’ life to respect equally with himself, the wife of my friend.”
Slowly the warm color faded from her cheeks, leaving her ashy pale, while through her suddenly narrowed eyelids108 a vindictive109 light gleamed tigerishly.
“You’ve said enough!” she hissed110 through her[260] clenched teeth. “I have lowered myself to you as I would to no other man living, only to be scorned and humiliated111. God!” she laughed wildly, hysterically112, and threw herself face downward upon the ottoman. “Fool, fool!” she cried with bitter self-abasement. “How I hate and despise myself for what I have done; would I had died before I had uttered such damning words,” and she beat her jeweled hands frantically against the cushions.
She turned on him fiercely. “You, of all men, posing as a model of virtue114 and goodness, prating115 of husband’s honor, wife’s duty.” She measured him with a scornful, sneering117 glance of fury. “You, who have the name of making love to every female in petticoats who crosses your path, you hypocrite!”
Robert fixed his eyes upon her in silence and the utter scorn of the look stung her heart to its center. Presently he controlled his anger sufficiently118 to be able to speak, and still eying her with that straight, keen look of immeasurable disdain65, he said in cold, deliberate accents, “Your ladyship has been misinformed as to my past conduct. I do not claim to be more than human, but I know my name is as yet clear from the taint119 of dishonor.”
“You poor fool, you country yokel120!” she stormed furiously, walking up and down between him and[261] the door like a caged lioness. “Did you think you could scorn such a woman as I with impunity121? Do you think I will stand the humiliation122 of being repulsed123, despised, shamed? I tell you no, no, never; ’tis but a step from love to hate, you should know that.” She paused in her nervous walking and stood facing him, her eyes ablaze124 with the uttermost anger, her beautiful figure drawn125 rigidly43 erect126. “You shall be made to feel the depth of my hatred127 before long, Robert Burns,” she threatened, and there came a dangerous gleam in the flashing, dark eyes.
“I shall leave Edinburgh within the hour,” replied Robert quietly. Was there ever such another unfortunate being as himself? he thought grimly, and a wave of unutterable sadness rushed over him.
“Aye, that you will,” retorted her ladyship with a sneering, bitter laugh. “But not as you anticipate, with the plaudits of the world ringing in your ears. Instead of that, only contemptuous silence will greet your departure as you leave here in shame and disgrace, and when you have sunk once more into poverty and oblivion, you will repent128 bitterly ever having made an enemy of Alice Glencairn.” As these words left her lips, she swept haughtily129 past him like an outraged130 queen and left the room, leaving him standing87 there like one in a trance.
He brushed his hands across his eyes as if to assure himself that he was awake, that he wasn’t the subject[262] of some hideous131 hallucination, but no, he was painfully conscious of the reality of it all. He heaved a deep sigh and sank wearily into a chair, his eyes riveted upon the floor in melancholy meditation. A little cry aroused him from the profound gloom into which his thoughts were plunged132 and looking fearfully up, dreading133 lest her ladyship had returned, his eyes rested upon the white, startled face of Highland Mary. She had watched him leave the grounds with listless curiosity, which changed to wonder and dismay when Lady Glencairn rose from her seat and sauntered toward the hall. For some minutes she nervously134 sat there wondering vaguely why he stayed so long and why her ladyship had followed him. Presently she rose and mechanically made her way over the springy sward toward the house. She couldn’t have told why she went or what she intended to do. She wondered in a vague way if Robert’s message could in any way concern Jean, but her thoughts dwelt longer upon the suspicions that had been raised in her innocent heart against her beautiful hostess, for she had recognized her as the bogus Lady Nancy in spite of the disguising mask, suspicions that filled her with uneasiness and alarm; and yet why should she be jealous? She told herself sadly she had renounced135 him forever, given him back to Jean, and in a few days she would pass out of his life forever. Oh, the agony that pierced her heart at the recollection of her past happiness! How[263] fleeting136 it had been—scarcely a week. She had drawn near the window by this time quite unconsciously. Suddenly the sound of voices within the room made her pause. She had not thought to listen nor meant to, but when she heard the passionate pleading voice of her ladyship and the stern replies from Robert, a feeling of fascinated horror took possession of her, rooting her to the spot. Motionless she stood there and heard all that passed within the room. And when the voices stopped and all was deathly still, she peered through the window. At the sight of her dear one sitting there all alone, with that look of intense suffering on his face, her heart cried out to him in sympathy. Quickly she opened the high French window and noiselessly stepped into the room. For a moment she stood watching him, her eyes filled with patient sorrow, infinite pity, and a world of loving compassion137. Involuntarily a deep sigh escaped her. As he raised his head she went quietly up to him and placed a tender hand upon his arm. After one quick, heart-broken look at her he buried his face in his hands again.
“Dinna distress106 yoursel’, laddie; I have known since last night at Athol Castle that our happy dream was ended.” She felt him stiffen138 beneath her touch. “Jean came to me in the gardens,” she explained with patient resignation. “I should have told ye last night, for she was waiting for ye to come to her, but I—I hadna’ the courage.”[264] There was silence for a moment, then he spoke in a low, spiritless tone.
“Jean said that ye knew all,” he said without looking up. They remained quiet after that, plunged in bitter thought. There was nothing they could say to comfort each other, the wound was bleeding too freely as yet. Presently Robert raised his head, and with a despairing gesture pushed the heavy curls back from his fevered brow and rose unsteadily to his feet. They must get away at once, he thought feverishly139. He took Mary by the hand and started for the door, when from the open window he heard his name called. Turning apprehensively he beheld140 Sir William Creech entering, followed by Lord Glencairn and several of his guests. In his hand Sir William held a newspaper, while a hard smile of triumph wrinkled his stem face.
“I told ye, Robert Burns, ye would overreach yourself,” he cried jubilantly, shaking the newspaper at him.
Robert looked at him apathetically141. “Ye were ever a bird of ill omen54,” he said quietly. “What have I done noo?”
“You have seen fit to sign your name to an article in this paper, which has aroused the indignation of all Edinburgh,” replied Sir William without any preamble142. “’Tis a most seditious article and shows that ye have embraced the doctrines143 of the French Revolution.”
“A man has a perfect right to his opinion,” said[265] Mrs. Dunlop decidedly, giving Sir William a scornful look.
“Indeed he has,” echoed Eppy, nodding her head briskly. “I mean to stick to mine.”
Lord Glencairn turned and looked searchingly at Robert’s pale, gloomy face. “Is that true, Robert?” he asked gently.
Robert did not reply. He seemed not to hear, in fact.
“’Tis a most serious charge, Mr. Burns,” remarked Mr. Sterne gravely.
“If it be true,” retorted Mr. Mackenzie loyally.
“Which is not at all likely,” flashed Eppy indignantly.
She would believe nothing wrong of her hero, even if it were proven in black and white.
“But listen!” continued Sir William eagerly. He scanned the article through quickly until he found what he sought. “Ah, here it is. It is stated here that Mr. Burns refused to stand up in the theater recently when ‘God save the King’ was being played,” and he glared about him indignantly.
A quiet sneer116 curled Robert’s lips. “Anything else?” he asked sarcastically. “Out wi’ it or the venom144 of your spleen will poison ye,” and he fixed his eyes upon Sir William with disdainful indifference145.
“And there is more,” snarled146 Sir William. “’Tis known that ye have sent two cannon147 to the French Directorate with a complimentary148 letter, offering further assistance.”
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“Oh, no, no, impossible.” cried Lord Glencairn incredulously.
“And,” continued Sir William vindictively149, “there’s also a full account here which explains much of Mr. Burns’ reprehensible150 conduct here in town, as well as in Ayrshire, where it seems his amours were as numerous and questionable151 as they are at the present time.”
“For shame, Creech!” cried Lord Glencairn with indignation.
“How fascinating he must have been even when a farmer,” giggled152 Eppy aside to Mrs. Dunlop, who was casting indignant glances at Sir William.
“’Tis a libelous153 article,” she flashed angrily, “and I for one do not believe a word of it. Robert,” she said, turning to the silent figure standing so pale and calm before his inquisitors, “deny this absurd charge before it is given further credence154!”
“He cannot deny it,” said Sir William. “His name is at the bottom of it,” and he held it up to their view.
“And I’ll attempt no denial,” replied Robert in a full ringing voice, “for I know it would be useless. Know, then, that I do sympathize with the French people in their struggle for freedom, and I did help them all that lay in my power. I hope that France may gain the prize for which she is fighting, a free and independent republic, and that she may set up her standard of liberty and independence[267] as did the United States of America, when they were delivered from the toils155 of the British.”
There was an uncomfortable silence when he had finished his declaration. His amazed and incredulous listeners could hardly believe they had heard him aright. They looked aghast at each other, not knowing just how to take it. Their embarrassed silence was soon broken, however.
“Ye hear those seditious sentiments,” cried Sir William in an I-told-you-so tone of voice.
Lord Glencairn shook his head gravely. “’Tis dangerous to speak thus, Robert,” he said with solemn earnestness. “You should be careful——”
“Careful of what?” interrupted Robert with impatient scorn. “Lest I offend people with my plain speaking of the truth?” He paused and looked around him with flashing eyes and dilated156 nostrils157. “Who is careful of my feelings?” he demanded. “Not those who think themselves my superiors by accident of birth.” He turned to Sir William Creech and continued quickly, his voice vibrating with suppressed indignation. “I’ve never wronged ye, Sir William Creech, yet ye are miscreant158 enough to seek my ruin, for I’m fair sure ’twas ye yourself who inserted that scurrilous159 article in that paper ye hold in your hand, in which my faults, my past errors and follies160 are now being aired.”
Sir William turned a sickly color. “Think what you like,” he muttered savagely161. “’Tis time the[268] people of Edinburgh knew the character of the man they are honoring.”
“Sir William Creech, you are an old brute!” cried Eppy, her little gray eyes flashing fire, and going up to him she continued in haughty162 disdain, “Remember, sir, I will have naught to do with you in the future; I turn my back on you,” and she suited the action to the word.
Meanwhile, Robert had spoken in an undertone to Mrs. Dunlop, and that good soul, putting an arm around Mary, who stood white and trembling like a frightened child, walked to the door, and Robert, after a formal inclination163 of his head, started quietly but proudly after them. They had reached the door, when it suddenly opened and Lady Glencairn stood upon the threshold, her head held haughtily erect, her lips curled in a disdainful sneer. She entered the room and closed the door behind her, then turned and faced the wondering group which was being augmented164 by the entrance, through the window, of a number of the guests whose curiosity had been aroused by the unusual scene to which they had been listening in speechless amazement.
“Alice, what has happened?” cried Lord Glencairn in an alarmed voice. Her ladyship’s white, nervous face, the peculiar glitter in her eyes, startled him out of his usual calmness.
“James, I am deeply sorry to wound you,” she began nervously, “but it’s best that you should[269] know how grievously you have been betrayed by one of your honored guests here to-day,” and she fixed her narrowed eyes upon the startled face of Robert Burns.
A great fear of impending165 danger came over him as he saw the revengeful look which she flashed at him, and he involuntarily straightened himself as if to receive a shock. There was a surprised movement among the crowd, and a low murmur80 of many voices broke the tense stillness which followed her accusation166.
“I—betrayed?” repeated Lord Glencairn, in astonishment167. “What mean you, my dear?”
“I mean,” she answered, and the lie rolled glibly off her crimson lips, “that your distinguished168 guest, Robert Burns, has to-day wantonly and without provocation169 grossly insulted the wife of his friend and host.” As the ignoble170 lie left her lips, there was an audible indrawn breath of startled surprise from the amazed listeners. Then they turned and fixed their wondering gaze upon the accused man, who, after an inarticulate exclamation171 of horror, stood as though carved out of stone.
“I for one do not believe it,” cried Mrs. Dunlop indignantly, and she returned Lady Glencairn’s look of haughty displeasure with a withering172 glance of scornful disbelief.
“Nor I,” echoed Eppy, with a youthful toss of her head.
“What was the nature of the insult, Alice?”[270] asked Lord Glencairn gravely. No doubt she had taken offense173 where no offense was intended, he thought indulgently.
Before she could answer, Robert stepped quickly up to her with flashing eyes and lips trembling with anger. “Madam, that I have had the misfortune to offend ye, I am sorrowfully aware,” he said with bitter sarcasm174, “but that I have been guilty of offering ye an insult, none knows better than yourself how little cause ye have to accuse me of such monstrous175 ingratitude176, such a contemptible177 betrayal of the laws of hospitality. I am quite willing that you should repeat every word of the conversation that passed between us in the room a few minutes since, and if aught that I have said can be construed178 as an insult to your ladyship, then do I stand ready and whiling to abide179 by the consequence of such an indiscretion.” He looked her straight in the eyes, and with folded arms calmly waited for her to speak.
Not long did she return the look, however, for the utter scorn of it stung her guilty heart to its core. Not that she felt any compunction for what she was doing—her whole soul was up in arms against him, and she would not stop until she had meted180 out her spiteful revenge upon him to the fullest extent. His evident contemptuous defiance181 irritated her beyond measure—she was angrier with him than ever—already she had a sort of strange feeling of triumph[271] at the vengeance182 she had designed, for she knew that her word would be believed against his; even now she could read suspicion and conviction in many of the serious faces that surrounded her, much to her satisfaction. He had thrown down the challenge, had he? Well, she would take it up. No one knew what had passed between them save themselves, and no one would ever know the truth, and the truth would now be a very small factor in working out her present scheme of vengeance. All these thoughts flashed quickly through her mind, and her answer was ready on her lips almost soon as he had finished speaking. With well-simulated indignation she drew herself haughtily away from him, with a gesture of repulsion. “Dare you deny your protestations of love and devotion?” she replied. “Why, my lord,” she continued scornfully, turning to her husband, who was now regarding Robert with serious, thoughtful eyes, a look of wounded pride and deepening sorrow gradually shadowing his noble countenance183, “before I could stop him he had fallen upon his knees and begged me to be false to you, and to give him my love, my favors.”
“Great God!” cried Robert, staggering back, white and speechless, while a wave of the blackest despair engulfed184 him completely, for he knew that the outrageous185 lie had sealed his doom186 as utterly as though it had been the truth; knew that all denials from him would be useless in the face of that accusation.[272] He sank back into a chair in helpless resignation, his independent spirit, his haughty pride wounded almost unto death.
When Mary heard the lying accusation she started forward with a little cry on her lips. Freeing herself from Mrs. Dunlop’s restraining hand, she took a few steps toward Lord Glencairn, her face aglow187 with indignation, her timidity, her fear of the great ones surrounding her, forgotten for the moment, as she sought to defend the man she loved.
“My lord!” she cried thrillingly, “’tis not true; Robbie did not insult her ladyship, for I——”
But, with an angry flush, Lady Glencairn interrupted her. “I say he did,” she retorted harshly. Then, as Mrs. Dunlop drew the frightened girl away, she continued with insulting emphasis, “James, bid this man and his virtuous188 Highland Mary begone at once! Their presence here is an insult to respectable people,” and she flashed them a malicious25 look.
“Alice, Alice!” exclaimed Lord Glencairn, in accents of deep reproach, “that is unworthy of you.”
Robert felt as though he must choke with fury. He forgot the presence of Lord Glencairn. He forgot everything but his just indignation. “My God!” he cried passionately, striding up to the sneering woman, “you dare to speak so—you!”
“Yes, I!” she returned coolly, eying him disdainfully[273] up and down. “What have you to say against me?” She drew herself up imperiously.
“Only this,” replied Robert in a low, tense voice, “ye may say what you will of me, but as ye value your happiness, do not breathe aught against the fair name of Mary Campbell.”
She uttered an angry exclamation, but remained speechless and so pale that her lips were devoid189 of color. If he were dishonorable enough to tell everything, she thought, with a thrill of fear, it would make things decidedly embarrassing and humiliating for her, besides giving her enemies a choice bit of scandal, which they would use to excellent advantage.
At this point a few of the guests, feeling decidedly uncomfortable and very much de trop, quietly left the room, but the others, and the room was filled, held their ground, shamelessly reveling in the extraordinary scene, the like of which had never before been seen in an Edinburgh drawing-room, which was being enacted190 before them.
“Robert, lad,” whispered Mrs. Dunlop, in a loud aside, “ye must say something. Deny this charge. I know you are innocent of any wrong doing. Speak, tell his lordship so!” and she pointed to where he stood crushed and silent, in speechless sorrow.
“What can I say, Mrs. Dunlop?” replied Robert, in an agony of indecision. “Would ye have me[274] flatly contradict her ladyship and accuse her of lying?” He paused a moment with patient sadness. “Nay191, nay, friend, there is nothing I can say noo that will smooth matters or clear me in the eyes of the world.”
“But you must tell them the truth,” insisted Mary. “Dinna’ let them believe this monstrous thing of you.” She looked indignantly at the cold repellent face of her ladyship, and continued fearlessly, “She’s a bold, wicked woman, and she seeks your ruin!”
“How dare you, you insolent192 creature!” hissed her ladyship furiously, while the amazed guests looked in open-mouthed amazement at the demure193 little dairymaid so suddenly transformed, standing with head thrown back and eyes flashing accusingly.
But Robert remained rigidly silent. He would not be so base, so ungrateful as to shatter his benefactor194’s belief in his wife’s honor, her veracity195, he told himself in a spirit of self-sacrifice. He owed all he had in the world to him, and he would remain silent for his sake, and he kept his eyes fixed unresponsively on the rug at his feet, but the little drops of perspiration196 stood out on his brow, as he fought against the temptation to clear his good name from ignominy.
Throwing open the door Lady Glencairn pointed to it dramatically, “There’s the door, Mr. Burns,”[275] she said insolently197; “do not compel me to call my servants.”
“Jezebel!” muttered Mr. Mackenzie through his clenched teeth.
“If he goes I go too,” flashed Mrs. Dunlop, casting an indignant look at her hostess.
“So will I,” echoed Eppy.
“Wait!” cried Mary vibrantly198. Her silvery voice rang out above the confusion, as the guests moved about among themselves asking all sorts of inane199 questions, exploiting their views upon the subject—some loudly extolling200 Lady Glencairn’s attitude in the matter and others as stoutly201 defending the bard202. Instantly there was an astonished hush203.
“My lords and ladies,” continued Mary thrillingly, “listen to me! I tell ye that Robert Burns is innocent o’ this contemptible charge laid against him. I know it, for I was outside the window yonder an’ heard all that passed between him and her ladyship.”
“Spy!” hissed Lady Glencairn between her teeth, unheard in the hubbub204 of voices which had commenced again with Mary’s statement as the subject of comment, then she laughed mockingly. “How absurd,” she cried to those about her. “My dear James, let us end this scene. I will not stay here to be insulted. Come, my friends, let us retire,” and she took her husband’s arm.
“Ye shall listen to the truth, all of ye!” cried Mary resolutely205. Clasping and unclasping her little[276] hands with nervous intensity206, her eyes filled with determined207 purpose, she faced the fickle208 crowd that was regarding her with such open admiration209 for her stanchness, her bravery. “I heard her ladyship swear to ruin Robert because he spurned211 her unwomanly offers of love,” she declared, with convincing earnestness.
A guilty flush reddened the creamy pallor of her ladyship’s face. “Oh, the shame of it, my lord, to be thus humiliated before my guests!” she cried, bursting into nervous tears. “Surely, my lord, you would not listen to such monstrous tales,” she pleaded.
“Oh, believe me, I speak the truth,” exclaimed Mary, a great fear in her heart as she saw the tender look Lord Glencairn bestowed212 upon his weeping wife.
He was torn and spent by conflicting emotions. He did not doubt his wife, yet the words of the young girl rang true, and there was only truth and nobility stamped upon the gloomy face of the poet. What was he to believe? How could he decide? His confidence in his wife had never yet been shaken—yet, stay—there was once when—but he would not think of that time, it was so long ago, yet think of it he did with uneasy misgivings213. If she had deceived him once, might she not again? he asked himself fearfully.
“Mr. Burns, will you assure me on your word of[277] honor as a man that you are entirely214 innocent of any intentional215 insult to Lady Glencairn?” asked Mr. Mackenzie bluntly. He had taken his place beside Robert, along with Mrs. Dunlop and Mary and Eppy McKay, together with a few more of Robert’s sympathizers and stanch210 believers in his innocence216. And now he asked the question in hope of eliciting217 some explanation, some excuse, anything, from the silent man.
Robert raised his head and without looking at any one particular person, answered simply, indifferently, as many thought.
“I have always held Lady Glencairn in the highest respect and admiration,” he said quietly. “She alone knows what is the end she aims at, by attributing feelings to me with regard to her which I have never conceived, and words which I have never uttered.” And he sank once more into his listless attitude.
Lord Glencairn passed his hand over his brow in a bewildered manner. “You were ever truthful218, Robert,” he muttered so low that none but his wife heard his implied doubt of her.
She turned on him witheringly. “My lord, you insult me by lending an ear to aught he or his witness can say in his behalf,” she exclaimed frigidly. Then, turning to the onlookers219, she continued with insolent innuendo220 in words and manner, “You all know the infatuated attachment221 of this maid for Mr.[278] Burns, who has bewitched her until she is ready to sacrifice every consideration of truth, reason, or duty to shield her guilty lover.”
“What a scandal this will cause throughout Edinburgh,” whispered Eppy to Mrs. Dunlop, who was almost beside herself with speechless indignation by this time. She had been listening with growing anger to Lady Glencairn’s insolent falsehoods, for she knew they were falsehoods, and she would never believe that Robbie would belittle222 himself by lying, for he was too brutally223 frank and truthful at times to be thoroughly224 an agreeable companion.
Eppy’s inopportune remark was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and she turned on her hotly. “Hold your tongue, ye old busy body!” she exploded violently, nearly knocking the astonished Eppy down by the suddenness, the unexpectedness, of the retort.
“I was never so insulted in my life,” Eppy gasped225 tearfully, making little dabs226 at her eyes with a dainty ’kerchief, and casting hurt, reproachful glances at the blunt old lady, who, after delivering her shaft227 at the unoffending Eppy, turned to Lord Glencairn, the fire still flashing in her determined eyes.
“Lord Glencairn,” she said, with a touch of defiance, “you may forbid me your house hereafter, and indeed I hardly believe I will be welcome,” with a look at the scornful face of her hostess; “but I[279] care not; I believe in Robert’s innocence, and that Mary Campbell has only spoken the truth.” A few nodded their heads to each other in approval. Lord Glencairn stood mute, a prey228 to the doubting fear which gripped his heart.
Her ladyship, with one quick look around at the wavering faces of her friends, knew that she was losing ground, and the color faded from her cheeks. A look of nervous fear came into her steely eyes. She must restore their shaking confidence in her—but how? It gave her a strange feeling of satisfaction to know that whatever the outcome, she had ruined his popularity for the present, but she wanted to ruin him utterly—to turn every door in Edinburgh against him. If she could only get someone to speak in her behalf, she thought prayerfully, as she looked about her. Suddenly her eyes rested on the saturnine229 features of her uncle, who was regarding her with a malicious smile of triumph. An eager light came into her hard eyes. He hated Robert Burns; he would help her out if anyone would; she would risk it. His word coupled with hers would instantly turn the tide in her favor. And risking all upon the throw, she called out loud enough to be heard above the murmur of voices, “Uncle, it seems my word is not fully14 believed,” she said, with a little pitying, disdainful smile, which brought the flush of embarrassment230 to the cheeks of several, who happened to catch her eye; “so if you will oblige me[280] by relating what you know of the unpleasant circumstances, perhaps your word will be accepted by our doubting friends.” Her lazy voice was replete231 with insulting sarcasm.
All eyes turned to look at Sir William, who, after one quick, angry glance at the cool, smiling face of his strategic niece, cleared his throat with irritating precision, and, without glancing at the startled face of his victim, who had started to his feet upon hearing the amazing request of her ladyship, spoke quickly and harshly, a faint tinge232 of color dying his yellow skin as the dastardly lie left his lips.
“I overheard Mr. Burns’ insults to my niece,” he said firmly. “I was standing behind the curtain there,” pointing to a large window, “where I had gone only a moment before Lady Glencairn entered the room, to glance out of the window, having heard a noise without, and before I could make my presence known, Mr. Burns had thrown himself upon his knees, and—and I did not disturb them,” he concluded lamely233.
“Ye perjurer234!” cried Robert furiously. “By heaven, I could choke ye with your own lie!” and he turned white with passion. Sir William cowered235 back, a look of fear in his shifty eyes.
“Oh, Robbie, take me hame, take me hame,” gasped Mary, with heart-breaking pathos236, and she sank half fainting in the chair Robert had vacated.
“Come, James, let us retire,” said Lady Glencairn[281] sweetly, casting a look of grateful triumph at her uncle. “I am sorry you have lost a friend, but I could not shield him,” and she pressed his arm with affected38 tenderness. Slowly, sorrowfully he allowed himself to be drawn to the door.
“My lord!” cried Robert hoarsely237, “have ye no word to say to me? Ye have heard the proofs of my innocence; will ye not believe them?” and his whole soul was in his eyes as he eagerly searched the downcast face of his old benefactor.
Lord Glencairn gave him one sad, reproachful look. “Oh, Robert,” he said brokenly, “and I trusted you so.”
Robert dropped his hand, which he had extended pleadingly, and a flush mounted to the roots of his hair, which quickly faded, leaving him paler than before, while a look of wounded pride and unutterable bitterness flashed into his stern face.
“I will attempt no further denial, my lord,” he said slowly, with quiet dignity. “Calumny has at last reared its vicious head to strike like some venomous serpent, seeking to crush me in its enveloping238 folds. The genius of the Bard is ignored, forgotten—only my obscure birth, my sins, my indiscretions, my faults are remembered now,” and he smiled with mournful bitterness.
“Ye have been too puffed up with pride and vanity,” cried Sir William brutally. “Edinburgh has tired of you.”
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Robert gave a scornful little laugh. “Why,” he asked, looking around at those who had been only too glad to fawn239 upon him a few moments before, “because I am no longer a curiosity for the vulgar to gaze at?” He spoke with biting sarcasm. He paused a minute, then continued bitterly. “Oh, fool that I have been! At last my eyes are opened to my true position in your world of society. How I hate and despise the hypocrisy240 of you so-called some-bodies! How you fawn and smirk and bow down to wealth and position, while the man of genius, of avowed241 worth is disbelieved, dishonored, and insulted! God, the humiliation of it all!” His eyes flashed with righteous anger and the indignant scorn in his voice cut deeply through the thin skin of more than one of his listeners. “I have endured the insults heaped upon my head to-day in bitterness of spirit and in silent scorn,” he continued stormily, “but noo my outraged manhood at last rebels, and I throw down my gage242 of contemptuous defiance.”
“Robert, calm yourself, laddie!” whispered Mrs. Dunlop apprehensively, laying a restraining hand upon his arm, which trembled with excitement.
“Your friends will never believe aught against you, Mr. Burns,” exclaimed Mr. Mackenzie, with deep feeling in his voice.
“My friends!” repeated Robert wildly. “I have none, I want none in this purse proud city. No longer will I submit to insulting condescension243. No[283] longer will I skulk244 into a corner of the street like the veriest nobody on earth, lest the rattling245 equipage of some gossiping titled blockhead mangle246 me in the mire15.”
“But ye believe the worst of me noo,” replied Robert passionately. “It only needed this scene of scandal to show my friends in their true colors.”
“Then go back to your low-born friends where ye belong,” snarled Sir William vindictively.
“I mean to go back,” retorted Robert, his face flushing crimson, “and with gladness will I shake the dust of this unjust city off my feet.” A softer look came over his haggard face and his eyes filled with a yearning248 look of utter heart-weariness, a sudden longing for the blissful quiet of his country home. A tender sweetness came into his voice as he continued softly, “I will return from whence I came, to the plowtail, where the poetic genius of my country found me and threw her inspiring mantle249 over me.”
Mary took his hand in hers, and with infinite tenderness murmured fondly, “An’ ye’ll find the banks an’ braes of bonnie Doon holding out their arms to welcome ye back to your native heath once more, laddie.”
“Let us hope he’ll shine to better advantage[284] there,” sneered250 Sir William. A nervous little titter broke the tense silence.
Robert turned on him, goaded251 to sudden fury. “Ye bird o’ ill omen!” he panted hoarsely, “I have never injured ye; I have brought money into your empty pockets. But ye will repent bitterly for swearing away my life as ye have this day, for e’en though I leave Edinburgh in shame and disgrace, ’tis not for ay. Nay! I thank God my works will live after me, that my name will yet become immortal252.” His words rang out wildly and with impassioned intensity.
Lady Glencairn laughed mockingly, and, turning to some of her friends standing near, she made some low-toned remark, evidently a sarcastic33 witticism253 at the expense of the speaker, which elicited254 a burst of hollow laughter from her listeners, who, while they wished to remain in the favor of the leader of Edinburgh society, stood in wholesome255 awe256 of the blunt speech, the scornful wit of the brilliant poet on trial before them.
“Ye vain boaster!” scoffed258 Sir William loudly, “you’ll be forgot within a week,” and he laughed derisively259.
“Ye may scoff257, ye may laugh,” retorted Robert hotly. “Ye may call me egoist if ye like, but I know what I have done for my country—I have attuned260 my wild artless notes to sing her praises, joys, and sorrows, and I know those songs will live forever in[285] the heart of every true Scotsman.” Suddenly, like a ray of sunshine which dispels261 the morning mist, his dark haughty face took upon itself a noble, thoughtful, rapt expression—his wildly flashing eyes softened—his furrowed262 brow smoothed, and, fixing his luminous eyes upon the disdainful face of his hostess, he continued with melancholy pathos and prophetic solemnity, “Ah, my lady, ye have trampled263 my good name low in the dust to-day, but my prophetic spirit tells me the day is coming, even though ye an’ all my traducers here be dead, rotted and forgot, when one name will be remembered, cherished and proclaimed above all others of Scotland, aye, the world, and that name, my lords and ladies, will not be of any rich titled somebody! Nay, ’twill be that of the plowman-poet of Ayrshire, Robert Burns.”
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