d looking for South Poles and was ready to
settle quietly at home, and he answered No, he would have to go back to
London presently, she cried:
"There now, doctor? What was I telling you? Once they've been away, it's
witched they are--longing and longing to go back again. What's there in
London that's wanting him?"
Whereupon the doctor (thinking of the knighthood), with a proud lift of
his old head and a wink at Father Dan, said:
"Who knows? Perhaps it's the King that's wanting him, woman."
"The King?" cried Christian Ann. "He's got a bonny son of his own,
they're telling me, so what for should he be wanting mine?"
"Mary," said. Martin, as soon as he could speak for laughing, "do you
want a mother? I've got one to sell, and I wouldn't trust but I might
give her away."
"Cuff him, Mrs. Conrad," cried Father Dan. "Cuff him, the young rascal!
He may be a big man in the great world over the water, but he mustn't
come here expecting his mother and his old priest to worship him."
How we laughed! I laughed until I cried, not knowing which I was doing
most, but feeling as if I had never had an ache or a care in all my life
before.
Breakfast being over, the men going into the garden to smoke, and Sister
Mildred insisting on clearing the table, Christian Ann took up her
knitting, sat by my side, and told me the "newses" of home--sad news,
most of it, about my father, God pity him, and how his great schemes for
"galvanising the old island into life" had gone down to failure and
fatuity, sending some to the asylum and some to the graveyard, and
certain of the managers of corporations and banks to gaol.
My father himself had escaped prosecution; but he was supposed to be a
ruined man, dying of cancer, and had gone to live in his mother's old
cottage on the curragh, with only Nessy MacLeod to care for him--having
left the Big House to Aunt Bridget and cousin Betsy, who declared (so I
gathered or guessed) that I had disgraced their name and should never
look on their faces again.
"But dear heart alive, that won't cut much ice, will it?" said Christian
Ann, catching a word of Martin's.
Later in the day, being alone with the old doctor. I heard something of
my husband also--that he had applied (according to the laws of Ellan)
for an Act of Divorce, and that our insular legislature was likely to
grant it.
Still later, having walked out into the garden, where the bluebells were
in bloom, I, too, heard the sneck o
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