"Mr. Grant is never cross to me; and if ever you were, I've forgotten it, Arkie. I only remember that I was not good to you. I am sorry for it now when I lie awake in bed; but I say to myself you forgive me, and go to sleep."
"What makes you think I forgive you, Davie?"
"Because I love you."
This was not very logical, and set Arctura thinking. She did not forgive the boy because he loved her; but the boy's love to her might make him sure she forgave him! Love is its own justification, and sees itself in all its objects: forgiveness is an essential belonging of love, and must be seen where love is seen.
"Are you fond of my brother?" asked Davie, after a pause.
"Why do you ask me?"
"Because they say you and he are going to be married some day, yet you don't seem to care much to be together."
"It is all nonsense!" replied Arctura, reddening. "I wish people would not talk foolishness!"
"Well, I do think he's not so fond of you as of Eppy!"
"Hush! hush! you must not speak of such thing."
"I saw him once kiss Eppy, and I never saw him kiss you!"
"No, indeed!"
"Is it right of Forgue, if he's going to marry you, to kiss Eppy?--That's what I want to know!"
"He is not going to marry me."
"He would, if you told him you wished it. Papa wishes it."
"How do you know that?"
"From many thing. Once I heard him say, 'Afterwards, when the house is our own,' and I asked him what he meant, and he said, 'When Forgue marries Arctura, then the castle will be Forgue's. That is how it ought to be, you know! Property and title ought never to be parted.'"
The hot blood rose to Arctura's temples: was she a mere wrappage to her property--the paper of the parcel! But she called to mind how strange her uncle was: but for that could he have been so imprudent as to talk in such a way to a boy whose simplicity rendered the confidence dangerous?
"You would not like having to give away your castle--would you, Arkie?" he went on.
"Not to any one I did not love."
"If I were you, I would not marry, but keep my castle to myself. I don't see why Forgue should have your castle!"
"You think I should make my castle my husband?"
"He would be a good big husband anyhow, and a strong--one to defend you from your enemies, and not talk to you when you wanted to be quiet."
"That is all true; but one might get weary of a stupid husband, however big and strong he was."
"There's another thing, though!--he wouldn't be a cruel husband!
I've heard papa often speak about some cruel husband! I fancied sometimes he meant himself; but that could not be, you know."
Arctura made no reply. All but vanished memories of things she had heard, hints and signs here and there that all was not right between her uncle and aunt, vaguely returned: could it be that he now repented of harshness to his wife, that the thought of it was preying upon him, that it drove him to his drugs for forgetfulness?--But in the presence of the boy she could not go on thinking in such a direction about his father. She felt relieved by the return of Donal.
He had found it rather difficult to get the ladder round the sharp curves of the stair; but at last they saw him with it on his shoulder coming over a distant roof.
"Now we shall see!" he said, as he leaned it up against the chimney, and stood panting.
"You have tired yourself!" said lady Arctura.
"Where's the harm, my lady? A man must get tired a few times before he lies down!" rejoined Donald lightly.
Said Davie, "Must a woman, Mr. Grant, marry a man she does not love?"
"No, certainly, Davie."
"Mr. Grant," said Arctura, in dread of what Davie might say next, "what do you take to be the duty of one inheriting a property? Ought a woman to get rid of it, or attend to it herself?"
Donal thought a little.
"We must first settle the main duty of property," he said; "and that I am hardly prepared to do."
"Is there not a duty owing to your family?"
"There are a thousand duties owing to your family."
