“It would unsettle them sadly to lose her, or even to have a doubtfu’ word spoken o’ her,” said Saunners.
“Especially just now, when Mrs Hume is not quite well,” said Mrs Beaton.
“And what say ye, John?” asked Saunners.
“Do ye feel responsible to this man—whatever his name may be—that ye should wish to take up his cause? I mean, had ye any words with him about her?” added John, as his mother touched his hand in warning.
“No’ me! The wifie said he was ay waitin’, and watchin’, and speirin’, and there was a chance that he would have a word wi’ me. I didna bide to be questioned. I just took the road without loss o’ time, whether it was wise to do it or no.”
“To my mind it was both wise and kind,” said Mrs Beaton. “As ye say, there may be truth in the story; but the telling of it here will be the same thing to Allison Bain, whether it be true or false. She is alone and friendless, it seems, and that a young lass should be spoken about at all is a harm to her, and a word might be the means of sending her out into the world without a friend. Surely the Lord was keeping His eye on her for good when He sent her to the manse, and into the hands of such a woman as Mrs Hume.”
“Ay, that’s the truth. And what say ye, John?”
“I say that my mother seldom makes a mistake when she lets herself speak strongly about any matter. I agree with her that ye took the right course when ye made up your mind to say nothing about the matter.”
Crombie fidgeted in his chair, and was silent for a minute or two.
“I said nothing to the man himsel’, but I did drop a word to Allison Bain. She said nothing, but I saw by her face that she understood. I only hope I may na hae done ill in speakin’.”