“Oh Lizzie! Lizzie!” she whispered to the poor forlorn battered thing. “You brought sair loss and sair change! Four hearts that loved me weel, you flung to the bottom o’ the sea; and there’s nane to care for me as they did. Davie is bound up in his diction’ries, and thinks little of Maggie noo; and he is gane far awa’. He’ll ne’er come back to me, I’m feared; he’ll ne’er come back! It is just anither wreck, Lizzie, for a’ you left is ta’en awa’ this day.”
It is a great grief to miss the beloved in all the home ways, but oh, how that grief is intensified when people not beloved step into their places! It made Maggie bitterly sorrowful to see Janet Caird in her father’s chair. What a mistake she had made! She had no idea she would feel so resentfully to the one who was in her house because “they were not.”
“It will be waur yet to see her reading his Bible,” she thought, but she lifted the big book and laid it before her aunt at the usual hour for the evening prayer. “Na, na,” said Janet, with an expression of self-approbation, “I dinna approve o’ women reading the Word aloud. It is nae house without a man at the head o’ it, and we canna hae exercises without a man to gie us the sense o’ them. We are twa lane women, we maun be contented with the whisper o’ a verse or twa to our ain hearts.”
And Maggie was almost glad. She thought of her father reading the Book with his four sons around him; and she thought of David’s pale solemn face bending over it, as they two sat together to listen to its comfort and its counsel; and she said, “I’ll put the Book out o’ sight, and I’ll hae it opened nae mair, till I sit wi’ Davie in his ain manse; and then we’ll read again that bonnie verse He gied us—Then are they glad, because they be quiet; so He bringeth them unto their desired haven.”
CHAPTER X. — MAGGIE’S FLIGHT.
“She has profaned the sacred name of Friend
And worn it to vileness”
“Ah, wretched and too solitary he
Who loves not his own company!”