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Mrs. Dorriman.
Volume 2.
by Julie Bosville Chetwynd.
CHAPTER I.
Man proposes ... and wives sometimes interfere.
John went with the single and innocent object of conveying his master's wishes to Mr. Macrae. He found, however, that there were two sides to this as to all other questions.
Mr. Macrae was a portly, good-humoured man, who suffered from some perplexity as to the reason why his waistcoats had taken to hitching themselves up in front; waistcoats being, he supposed, made on different principles in these days. When he was younger, waistcoats had not this evil habit. The cut probably was different. His first action on being summoned was to pull down his waistcoat, his next to brush some imaginary crumbs off his coat-sleeves, and then to hold his head up and march off. But fate--and his wife--interposed. Mrs. Macrae was a slight woman, who was kindly and good-natured, but who had a keen eye to her own interests, and, who being more able than her husband to see those two sides of a question, had a slight contempt for his intellectual powers.
"If Sir Albert wants a little conversation I'll go myself," she said, with alacrity; "especially as Mr. Macrae cannot leave the bar at the busiest time of the day."
"But you'll do at the bar as well as myself," said her husband, unguardedly, preparing to go and yet not quite able to a.s.sert himself so decidedly.
"As well as yourself!" she returned, with strong contempt. "I'll do as well and better than you in both ways. Sir Albert probably wishes to speak about his diet, and what do you know about that?"
Mr. Macrae looked at John, who said, blandly, "I am sure master would be glad to see you, Mrs. Macrae, but I was to be sure and say, not if you was busy."
Mr. Macrae let things alone. He was quite able to perceive the great inconsistency of his wife's proceedings. How often did she not say to him that he was of no use, and she would be better without him, and yet now he could not be spared from the bar for even a few moments. He contented himself, however, by muttering a good deal of treason against the s.e.x generally, and his wife in particular; and then he turned to the contemplation of the street and pier; watched the gambols of two dogs, and the unlading of a cart, and allowed his waistcoat to wrinkle up undisturbed.
John explained the situation in a hurried speech to his master, and, having left him comfortably disposed of for the time, went out also on the pier to look about him.
Mrs. Macrae looked at the young man with all the interest in him natural to her as his hostess, and a woman full of kindly sympathies. His strong const.i.tution was pulling him through, but there was weakness and helplessness enough left, to appeal to all the kindest part of her nature.
"I am afraid I give a great deal of trouble, Mrs. Macrae," he began, in soft low rich tones--tones that would go far in his favour anywhere, she thought.
"Oh, never think of the trouble, sir. We are paid for taking trouble,"
she answered, hastily, an innate refinement making her anxious to lessen his sense of obligation.
"Ah! but you are not paid for taking it cheerfully. My servant says every one has been so kind and ready to help. You must allow me to feel obliged, and let me thank you."
"I am sure you are welcome, sir. How did it happen? it was a terrible accident. If it does not tire you to talk about it all, I should like to know."
"I am tired of silence," he said, pleasantly, "but if you would sit down, Mrs. Macrae, it would be very good of you. Seeing you stand gives me a feeling of fatigue."
Mrs. Macrae obeyed and drew a chair near, upon which she placed herself in a most uncomfortable att.i.tude.
"There is little to tell," he said, after a moment's pause. "I went too near the edge of a disused quarry, I think, or the rains had undermined the ground I was on; at any rate, I took a step too near a part standing treacherously forward, and fell a good height, taking a quant.i.ty of loose stones and gravel with me. Then I remember nothing else."
"And I dare say you lay a long time before your man found you, sir.
Well, it might have been worse, they might not have found you so soon."
"Oh, a young lady saw me first, and she got a.s.sistance."
A young lady! Mrs. Macrae p.r.i.c.ked up her ears at this. Why, it was going to be a romance, she thought. "A young lady!" she said, aloud; "there are none so many here, sir. Do you know her name, sir; was it one you know?"
"I think I know her name," he answered, and he opened the little book lying beside him, and held it towards her. "Do you know her? where does she live?"
"Grace Rivers!" exclaimed Mrs. Macrae. "Why, those young ladies have been living here for some weeks; they are here now with their aunt; they are just going away. And how did you get that book?"
"She left it I suppose when she ran to call for help. My servant found it, and thought it was mine, and he brought it here."
"Well, it is a providential thing some one was by, you might have been killed, sir, and died with no one there. Miss Grace Rivers. Yes, yes. It is her, though Miss Margaret's the one that is aye rambling."
"When I am a little better I should like to see Miss Grace Rivers," said Sir Albert, with some hesitation, "to thank her; do you know where she lives?"
"Indeed, I do not, sir, when she is at home; but she and her sister are here just now."
"Here!" he exclaimed. "Do you mean in this house?"
"Yes, here, sir, and there's no need to excite yourself; they are here with a quiet nice lady, not a real aunt, but some way kin to them, and they're all going away soon."
"Oh, they are going away?" and Sir Albert felt unaccountably disappointed.
"Well, sir, they came for a few weeks, and they liked the place and liked the cooking and felt comfortable, and they stayed on."
"I am sure I do not wonder," said Sir Albert, politely, "if you make them as comfortable as you do me."
"Hoot, sir, and you that has aye slops. How can ye tell?" and Mrs.
Macrae laughed comfortably; she was beginning to feel at her ease with him.
"Ah, slops--are slops," he said, with a little grimace, "but there is a right and a wrong way of sending them up. I still remember being ill at school, and the greasy broth and cold gruel--_cold_ gruel!"
"And may be a deal paid for you there; well, I do not believe in schools for my part."
"Now your beef tea is good, though I am getting tired of it; and has the doctor never spoken to you about my moving? I am pining to get out."
"Ech, sir, and you all smashed--you are wonderful, and so cheerful."
"Am I cheerful? I am afraid you see your own reflection, Mrs. Macrae. I feel dull enough now I am out of pain. But I am very thankful," he added, in a more serious tone.
"I am sure, sir, we are all thankful too. It would have been a sair pity if you had come here a corpse, and that is bad for an hotel at any time too."
At that moment John entered and announced the doctor.
"I am earlier than usual, Sir Albert. I have to go some way off, but I wanted to see you first."
"Thanks! I am getting well fast."
"And wishing to go out," put in Mrs. Macrae, hoping to see the doctor's face express disapprobation and corroborate her old-fashioned idea of fresh air being bad for all cases of sickness.
"Of course, as soon as the moving does not pain you, you have severe bruises to recover from still--but fresh air. Yes, get out as soon as you can--lying here your spirits may go down. Yes, get out as soon as ever you can."
Sir Albert gave a triumphant smile to Mrs. Macrae, who rose and left them, much exercised in her mind about these new-fangled ways.