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claim upon Donal for the truth？ Donal thought little of such things
himself； but did that affect his duty in the matter？ He might think
little of money； but would he therefore look on while a pocket was
picked？
On reflection he saw； however； that there was no certainty the earl
was speaking the truth； for anything he knew of him； he might be
inventing the statement in order to have his way with his son！ For
in either case he was a double…dyed villian； and if he spoke the
truth was none the less capable of lying。
CHAPTER XLIX。
FILIAL RESPONSE。
One thing then was clear to Donal； that for the present he had
nothing to do with the affair。 Supposing the earl's assertion true；
there was at present no question as to the succession； before such
question could arise； Forgue might be dead； before that； his father
might himself have disclosed the secret； while； the longer Donal
thought about it； the greater was his doubt whether he had spoken
the truth。 The man who could so make such a statement to his son
concerning his mother； must indeed have been capable of the
wickedness assumed！ but also the man who could make such a statement
was surely vile enough to lie！ The thing remained uncertain； and he
was assuredly not called upon to act！
But how would Forgue carry himself？ His behaviour now would decide
or at least determine his character。 If he were indeed as honourable
as he wished to be thought； he would tell Eppy what had occurred；
and set himself at once to find some way of earning his and her
bread； or at least to become capable of earning it。 He did not seem
to cherish any doubt of the truth of what had fallen in rage from
his father's lips； for； to judge by his appearance； to the few and
brief glances Donal had of him during the next week or so； the iron
had sunk into his soul： he looked more wretched than Donal could
have believed it possible for man to beabject quite。 It manifested
very plainly what a miserable thing； how weak and weakening； is the
pride of this world。 One who could be so cast down； was hardly one；
alas； of whom to expect any greatness of action！ He was not likely
to have honesty or courage enough to decline a succession that was
not hiseven though it would leave his way clear to marry Eppy。
Whether any of Forgue's misery arose from the fact that Donal had
been present at the exposure of his position； Donal could not tell；
but he could hardly fail to regard him as a dangerous holder of his
secretone who would be more than ready to take hostile action in
the matter！ At the same time； such had seemed the paralysing
influence of the shock upon him； that Donal doubted if he had been；
at any time during the interview； so much aware of his presence as
not to have forgotten it entirely before he came to himself。 Had he
remembered the fact； would he not have come to him to attempt
securing his complicity？ If he meant to do right； why did he
hesitate？there was but one way； and that plain before him！
But presently Donal began to see many things an equivocating demon
might urge： the claims of his mother； the fact that there was no
near heirhe did not even know who would come in his place； that he
would do as well with the property as another； that he had been
already grievously wronged； that his mother's memory would be yet
more grievously wronged； that the marriage had been a marriage in
the sight of God； and as such he surely of all men was in heaven's
right to regard it！ and his mother had been the truest of wives to
his father！ These things and more Donal saw he might plead with
himself； and if he was the man he had given him no small ground to
think； he would in all probability listen to them。 He would recall
or assume the existence of many precedents in the history of noble
families； he would say that； knowing the general character of their
heads； no one would believe a single noble family without at least
one unrecorded； undiscovered； or well concealed irregularity in its
descent； and he would judge it the cruellest thing to have let him
know the blighting fact； seeing that in ignorance he might have
succeeded with a good conscience。
But what kind of a father was this； thought Donal； who would thus
defile his son's conscience！ he had not done it in mere revenge； but
to gain his son's submission as well！ Whether the poor fellow leaned
to the noble or ignoble； it was no marvel he should wander about
looking scarce worthy the name of man！ If he would but come to him
that he might help him！ He could at least encourage him to refuse
the evil and choose the good！ But even if he would receive such
help； the foregone passages between them rendered it sorely
improbable it would ever fall to him to afford it！
That his visits to Eppy were intermitted； Donal judged from her
countenance and bearing； and if he hesitated to sacrifice his own
pride to the truth； it could not be without contemplating as
possible the sacrifice of her happiness to a lie。 In such delay he
could hardly be praying 〃Lead me not into temptation：〃 if not
actively tempting himself； he was submitting to be tempted； he was
lingering on the evil shore。
Andrew Comin staid yet a weekslowly； gently fading out into
lifedarkening into eternal dayforgetting into knowledge itself。
Donal was by his side when he went； but little was done or said； he
crept into the open air in his sleep； to wake from the dreams of
life and the dreams of death and the dreams of sleep all at once；
and see them mingling together behind him like a broken
waveblending into one vanishing dream of a troubled； yet； oh； how
precious night past and gone！
Once； about an hour before he went； Donal heard him murmur； 〃When I
wake I am still with thee！〃
Doory was perfectly calm。 When he gave his last sigh； she sighed
too； said； 〃I winna be lang； Anerew！〃 and said no more。 Eppy wept
bitterly。
Donal went every day to see them till the funeral was over。 It was
surprising how many of the town's folk attended it。 Most of them had
regarded the cobbler as a poor talkative enthusiast with far more
tongue than brains！ Because they were so far behind and beneath him；
they saw him very small！
One cannot help reflecting what an indifferent trifle the funeral；
whether plain to bareness； as in Scotland； or lovely with meaning as
often in England； is to the spirit who has but dropt his hurting
shoes on the weary road； dropt all the dust and heat； dropt the road
itself； yea the world of his pilgrimagewhich never was； never
could be； never was meant to be his country； only the place of his
sojourningin which the stateliest house of marble can be but a
tentcannot be a house； yet less a home。 Man could never be made at
home here； save by a mutilation； a depression； a lessening of his
being； those who fancy it their home； will come； by growth； one day
to feel that it is no more their home than its mother's egg is the
home of the lark。
For some time Donal's savings continued to support the old woman and
her grand…daughter。 But ere long Doory got so much to do in the way
of knitting stockings and other things； and was set to so many light
jobs by kindly people who respected her more than her husband
because they saw her less extraordinary； that she seldom troubled
him。 Miss Carmichael offered to do what she could to get Eppy a
place； if she answered certain questions to her satisfaction。 How
she liked her catechizing I do not know； but she so far satisfied
her interrogator that she did find her a place in Edinburgh。 She
wept sore at leaving Auchars； but there was no help： rumour had been
more cruel than untrue； and besides there was no peace for her near
the castle。 Not once had lord Forgue sought her since he gave her up
to Donal； and she thought he had then given her up altogether。
Notwithstanding his kindness to her house； she all but hated
Donalperhaps the more nearly that her conscience told he had done
nothing but what was right。
Things returned into the old grooves at the castle； but the happy
thought of his friend the cobbler； hammering and stitching in the
town below； was gone from Donal。 True； the craftsman was a nobleman
now； but such he had always been！
Forgue mooned about； doing nothing； and recognizing no possible help
save in what was utter defeat。 If he had had any faith in Donal； he
might have had help fit to make a man of him； which he would have
found something more than an earl。 Donal would have taught him to
look things in the face； and call them by their own names。 It would
have been the redemption of his being。 To let things be as they
truly are； and act with truth in respect of them； is to be a man。
But Forgue showed little sign of manhood； present or to come。
He was much on horseback； now riding furiously over everything； as
if driven by the very fiend； now dawdling along with the reins on
the neck of his weary animal。 Donal once met him thus in a narrow
lane。 The moment Forgue saw him； he pulled up his horse's head；
spurred him hard； and came on as if he did not see him。 Donal shoved
himself into the hedge； and escaped with a little mud。
CHAPTER L。
A SOUTH…EASTERLY WIND。
One morning； Donal in the schoolroom with D