Sir Roberts Fortune (Volume 2); The Story of a Scotch Moor (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER I. "Dro you mean that, Ronald?--that you are really going away to-morrow?" "Indeed, and alas I meant it, Lily. It is the middle of the Session; how could I stay longer? It was as I said to the minister--though you never more than half believe what I say--a real piece of business with Sir John's factor, at Ardenlennie, that gave me the occasion of spending a few days with my Lily--which I seized upon without giving you any warning, as you know." "And me that thought you could not do without me one day longer, and were coming hurrying to bring your wife home " "My darling " said Ronald, with no lack of ardour on his part, "but then, my bonnie Lily has always sense to know that the longing of the heart changes nothing, and that it is no more the term in March than it is in January. Where could I find a place to put you now--or till Whitsunday comes?" Was it true? Oh, yes, it was true. In Scotland you do not find an empty house and go into it whenever you want it--especially not in the Scotland of those days. You have to wait for the term, which is the legitimate time. Nevertheless, Lily was very sure that, if she were now in Edinburgh looking for a place to establish her nest in, she would find it; but perhaps a man has not the time, perhaps he cannot take the trouble, going upstairs and downstairs looking at all kinds of unlikely places. This, Lily felt sure, was another of the things that gentlemen could not abide. "We must make the best of you, then, while we have you," she said, drawing her chair to the side of the fire after their dinner together. It was cold at night, though the hardy folk of the North were content to believe that spring was coming, and that there was a different "feel" in the air. The wind was sweeping over the moor as keen a...