14. A Gentleman In Straits
The fall of the leaf found Etterick very full of people, and new dwellers in Glenavelin.
The invitations were of old standing, but Lewis found their fulfilment a pleasant trick of
Fortune's. To keep a bustling household in good spirits leaves small room for brooding,
and he was famous for his hospitality. The partridges were plentiful that year, and a
rainless autumn had come on the heels of a fine summer. So life went pleasantly with
all, and the master of the place cloaked a very sick heart under a ready good-humour.
His thoughts were always on Glenavelin, and when he happened to be near it he used
to look with anxious eyes for a slim figure which was rarely out of his fancy. He had not
seen Alice since the accident, save for one short minute, when riding from Gledsmuir he
had passed her one afternoon at the Glenavelin gates. He had earnestly desired to
stop, but his curious cowardice had made him pass with a lifted hat and a hasty smile.
Could he have looked back, he might have seen the girl watching him out of sight with
tearful eyes. To himself he was the hopeless lover, and she the scornful lady, while she
in her own eyes was the unhappy girl for whom the soldier in the song shakes his bridle
reins and cries an eternal adieu.
Matters did not improve when the Manorwaters left and Mr. Wishart himself came down,
bringing with him Stocks, a certain Mr. Andrews and his wife, and an excellent young
man called Thompson. All were pleasant people, with the manners which the world calls
hearty, well-groomed, presentable folk, who enjoyed this life and looked forward to a
Mr. Wishart explored the place thoroughly the first evening, and explained that he was
thankful indeed that he had been led to take it. He was a handsome man with a worn,
elderly face, a square jaw and somewhat weary eyes. It is given to few men to make a
great fortune and not bear the signs of it on their persons.
"I expect you enjoyed staying with Lady Manorwater, Alice?" Mrs. Andrews declared at
dinner. "They are very plain people, aren't they, to be such great aristocrats?
"I suppose so," said the girl listlessly.
"I once met Lady Manorwater at Mrs. Cookson's at afternoon tea. I thought she was
badly dressed. You know Manorwater, don't you, George?" said the lady to her
husband, with the boldness which comes from the use of a peer's name without the
"Oh yes, I know him well. I have met him at the Liberal Club dinners, and I was his
chairman once when he spoke on Irish affairs. A delightful man!"