“I made him do it. Goodness knows, he is fain enough to be seen by high and low with me. But Andrew would not like it; he is that jealous-natured—and I just be to have some rest and fresh air.”
“Andrew would gladly give you both.”
“Not he! He is away to the fishing, or about his business, one way or another, all the time. And I am that weary of stitch, stitch, stitching, I could cry at the thought of it.”
“Was it Archie Braelands that gave you the drive?”
“Ay, it was. Archie is just my friend, nothing more. I have told him, and better told him, that I am to marry Andrew.”
“He is a scoundrel then to take you out.”
“He is nothing of the kind. He is just a friend. I am doing Andrew no wrong, and myself a deal of good.”
“Then why are you feared for people seeing you?”
“I am not feared. But I don’t want to be the wonder and the talk of every idle body. And I am not able to bear my aunt’s nag, nag, nag at me. I wish I was married. It isn’t right of Andrew to leave me so much to myself. It will be his own fault if he loses me altogether. I am worn out with Aunt Kilgour, and my life is a fair weariness to me.”
“Andrew is getting everything brawly ready for you. I wish I could tell you what grand plans he has for your happiness. Be true to Andrew, Sophy, and you will be the happiest bride, and the best loved wife in all Scotland.”