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Chapter 6 No.6

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nside, and prevented her benign intentions. Lilias knocked and called at intervals. "Roland-Roland Graeme-Master Roland Graeme" (an emphasis on the word Master,) "will you be pleased to undo the door?-What ails you?-are you at your prayers in private, to complete the devotion which you left unfinished in public?-Surely we must have

ady?" answered th

"I trow it becomes my Lady's message to be listened to face to face;

opening the door, "is too fair a cover

ng-room," answered Lilias. "I presume she has some directions for y

wered the page; and returning into his apartment, he on

to her mistress, acquainted her that Roland Graem

n, or your own phrase, Lil

he looked as if he could have said much more impertinent things than that,

mewhat a higher colour than his wont; there was embarrassment i

"what trow you I am to thi

madam, I am deeply grie

uilty of conduct which will highly offend your master-of violence to your fello

, and deserves the sum of my penitence-Sir Halbert Glendinning calls me not servant, nor do I call him master-he is not entitled to blame me fo

t the youth, who seemed to have at once assumed the character not only of a man, but of a bold and determined one. She paused an instant, and then assuming the dignity which was natural to her, she said, "Is it to me, Roland, that you hold this language?

ed by the western wind. "Your goodness has gone farther, madam-you have protected me against the malice of others, and against my own folly. You are free, if you are willing, to abandon the orphan you have reared. You

n have subjected you to endure, which can be remembered

fixed aversion. You are too just, madam, to require me to be grateful for the constant and unceasing marks of scorn and malevolence with which I have be

her hands expanded and her eyes turned up to heaven; "he speaks as

no other answer. His mistress, who began to feel herself seriously

at you will tempt me to take serious measures to lower you in you

done by turning him out the same beggar

ought to spare that pride which hath so completely turned your head. You have been tricked up with fine gar

d scorn. I am no beggar's brat-my grandmother begged from no one, here nor elsewhere-she would have perished sooner on the bare moor. We were harried out and driven from our hom

Lilias, "he upbraids my Lady wi

tefully spared," said the Lady, affe

pain. But believe, honoured Lady, I am of no churl's blood. My proper descent I know not; but my only relation has sai

stinguished birth, and become a contender for concessions which are only due to the noble? Go to, sir, know yourself, or the master of the househ

on. "Lady, I have been too long the vassal of a pantoufle, and the slave of a silver whistle. You must henceforth find some other to ans

ir. Leave this castle to-night-I will send you the means of subsistence till you find some honest mode of support, though I f

f sorrow. "My dear and honoured mistress," he sa

nd let go my mantle-hypocrisy i

my determination to leave Avenel, and I will never forgive myself for having permitted you to say the word begone, ere I said, 'I leave you.' I did but kneel to ask your forgiveness for an ill-considered word used in

, "you had me to appeal to when you were aggrieved. You were neither called upo

bing you with murmurs; and the respect with which you accuse me of wanting, furnishes the only reason why I have neither appealed to you, nor taken vengeance at my own hand in a manner far more effectual. It is well, however, tha

while she thus addressed him: "It was not my intention, nor would it be just, even in the he

lms. If my poor services can be placed against the expense of my apparel and my maintenance, I only remain debtor to you for my life, a

sorrow rather for your wilfulness; but

ot lack friends so wholly as you may think; for the time may come that I may yet show myself more thankful than by mere

ly pale, that she seemed about to faint; but the Lady instantly recovered herself, and

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