“You could give me a hint.”
“No. God is telling you himself. For me to presume to tell you, would be to interfere with him. What he would have a man do, he lets him know in his mind.”
“But what if I had not made up my mind before the last came?”
“Then I fear he would say to you—‘Depart from me, thou worker of iniquity.’”
“That would be hard when another minute might have done it.”
“If another minute would have done it, you would have had it.”
A paroxysm of pain followed, during which Mr Graham silently left him.
CHAPTER LXX.
END OR BEGINNING?
When the fit was over, and he found Mr Graham was gone, he asked Malcolm, who had resumed his watch, how long it would take Lady Florimel to come from Edinburgh.
“Mr Crathie left wi’ fower horses frae the Lossie Airms last nicht, my lord,” said Malcolm; “but the ro’ds are ill, an’ she winna be here afore sometime the morn.”