I'm feard
the city's no' agreein' wi' him." Before noon on Friday there came a
hard rider to the Bridesdale gate, a special telegraph messenger from
Collingwood, with a telegram for Mrs. Carruthers. She took it hastily
from Timotheus, and, breaking the seal, read to the group gathered about
her: "If agreeable, Douglas and I will be with you by Saturday's stage.
Please answer by bearer. Eugene Coristine." The Squire, home a little
sooner than usual, said: "Let me answer that, Honoria," and retired to
his office. When he came out, it was with a written paper in his hand,
which he read for approval. "You and Douglas heartily welcome--will meet
you at station, so do not disappoint." This was accepted by a unanimous
vote; after which the messenger partook of a hasty meal, as did his
horse, and then galloped back to town. "The waggonette will hold six,"
said the Squire; "that's Coristine, Mr. Douglas and me. Who are the
other three? Will you no come, Marjorie? The ride'll dae ye guid, lass."
No, Miss Carmichael declined, and the Squire was inwardly wroth. Mrs.
Carmichael took the place offered to her daughter, and Marjorie Thomas
and Mr.
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