"That's just all the trouble, Mr. Wilkinson," said the delighted
minister. "People think to honour and glorify God by being afraid of
Him, forgetting that perfect love casts out the fear that hath torment,
and he that feareth is not made perfect in love."
With such conversation they beguiled the way till they stood at the gate
of Bridesdale, and entered the hospitable mansion, there to be received
by the odious Grinstun man.
"What in aa' the warld, Marjorie, did Susan mean, sending us yon
godless, low-lived chairact o' a Rawdon?" asked the Squire of his
sister, Mrs. Carmichael.
"I cannot understand it, John," she answered; "for her own Marjorie
fairly detests the little man. Perhaps it is some business affair with
the Captain."
"Aweel, aweel, we maun keep the peace, sin' I'm a judge o't; but I do
not like thee, Dr. Fell."
Then they all entered the house together. Wilkinson found the spurious
Miss Du Plessis gone.
The dominie saw that the working geologist was boring Mrs. Carmichael,
after her return to the drawing-room from laying aside her walking
attire, and valorously interposed to save her.
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