When Davie heard the proposal, he was wild with joy. Actually to see the mountains, and the sheep, and the colleys, of which Donal had told him such wonderful things! To be out all night, perhaps, with Donal and the dogs and the stars and the winds! Perhaps a storm would come, and he would lie in Donal’s plaid under some great rock, and hear the wind roaring around them, but not able to get at them! And the sheep would come and huddle close up to them, and keep them warm with their woolly sides! and he would stroke their heads and love them! Davie was no longer a mere child—far from it; but what is loveliest in the child’s heart was only the stronger in him; and the prospect of going with Donal was a thing to be dreamed of day and night till it came! Nor were the days many before their departure was definitely settled.
The earl would have Mr. Grant treat his pupil precisely as one of his own standing: he might take him on foot if he pleased!
The suggestion was eagerly accepted by both. They got their boxes ready for the carrier, packed their wallets, and one lovely morning late in spring, just as summer was showing her womanly face through its smiles and tears, they set out together.
It was with no small dismay that Arctura heard of the proposal. She said nothing, however—only when Donal came to take his leave she broke down a little.
“We shall often wish, Davie and I, that you were with us, my lady,” he said.
“Why?” she asked, unable to say more.
“Because we shall often feel happy, and what then can we do but wish you shared our happiness!”
She burst into tears, and presently was able to speak.
“Don’t think me silly,” she said. “I know God is with me, and as soon as you are gone I will go to him to comfort me. But I cannot help feeling as if you were leaving me like a lamb among wolves. I can give no reason for it; I only feel as if some danger were near me. But I have you yet, mistress Brookes: God and you will take care of me!—Indeed, if I hadn’t you,” she added, laughing through her tears, “I should run away with Mr. Grant and Davie!”
“If I had known you felt like that,” said Donal, “I would not have gone. Yet I hardly see how I could have avoided it, being Davie’s tutor, and bound to do as his father wishes with him. Only, dear lady Arctura, there is no chance in this or in anything! We will not forget you, and in three weeks or a month we shall be back.”