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now," she replied: which was notoriously false, "and I will give you a good-night, James, and a welcome--from the dead," said she, and her voice dropped and trembled. Poor Mr. Henry, who had made rather a heavy figure through the meal, was more concerned than ever; pleased to see his wife withdraw, and yet half displeased, as he thought upon the cause of it; and the next moment altogether dashed by the fervour of her speech. On my part, I thought I was now one too many; and was stealing after Mrs. Henry, when the Master saw me. "Now, Mr. Mackellar," says he, "I take this near on an unfriendliness. I cannot have you go: this is to make a stranger of the prodigal son; and let me remind you where--in his own father's house! Come, sit ye down, and drink another glass with Mr. Bally." "Ay, ay, Mr. Mackellar," says my lord, "we must not make a stranger either of him or you. I have been telling my son," he added, his voice brightening as usual on the word, "how much we valued all your friendly service." So I sat there, silent, till my usual hour; and might have been almost deceived in the man's nature but for one passage, in which his perfidy appeared too plain. Here was the passage; of which, after what he knows of the brothers' meeting, the reader shall consider for himself. Mr. Henry sitting somewhat dully, in spite of his best endeavours to carry things before my lord, up jumps the Master, passes about the board, and claps his brother on the shoulder. "Come, come, _Hairry lad_," says he, with a broad accent, such as they must have used together when they were boys, "you must not be downcast because your brother has come home. All's yours, that's sure enough, and little I grudge it you. Neither must you grudge me my place beside my father's fire." "And that is too true, Henry," says my old lord, with a little frown, a thing rare with him. "You have been the elder brother of the parable in the good sense; you must be careful of the other." "I am easily put in the wrong," said Mr. Henry. "Who puts you in the wrong?" cried my lord, I thought very tartly for so mild a man. "You have earned my gratitude and your brother's many thousand times: you may count on its endurance; and let that suffice." "Ay, Harry, that you may," said the Master; and I thought Mr. Henry looked at him with a kind of wildness in his eye. * * * * * On all the miserable business that now followed, I
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