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CHAPTER
DULCIE CARLYON.
SEPARATED.
He was sedulously bent on working mischief, and Fate so arranged that, on the second day, he had the power to do so.
They were on the very eve of separation now, yet Finella knew their love was mutual and true, and a glow of exultation was mingled with the sadness of her heart--a glow which had a curious touch of fear in it, as if such joy in his faith and truth could not be lasting. It was a kind of foreboding of evil about to happen, and when the time came that foreboding was remembered.
On the day of Hammersley's departure, he was to leave Craigengowan before dinner: thus, after luncheon, he contrived, unseen, to slip a little note into her hand. It contained but two lines:--
'Darling, meet me in the Howe of Craigengowan an hour hence, for the last time. Do not fail.
She read it again and again, kissed it, of course, and slipped it into her bosom.
To avoid everyone and to be alone with her own thoughts, she ran upstairs to the top of the house--to the summit of the old Scottish square tower, which was the nucleus whereon much had been engrafted even before the Melforts came to hold it, and going through a turret door which opened on the stone bartizan--a pleasant promenade--she sat down breathlessly, not to enjoy the lovely landscape which stretched around her, where Bervie Brow and Gourdon Hill were already casting their shadows eastward, but to wait and re-read her tiny note.
She put her hand into her bosom to draw it forth; but it was gone--she had lost it--and her first thought was, into whose hands might it fall!
She had a kind of stunned feeling at first, and then a glow of indignation that she should be treated like a child, in awe of Lady Fettercairn, and in a state of tutelage.
Vincent Hammersley went to the trysting-place betimes--the shady Howe of Craigengowan. The evening air was heavy with the fresh pungent fragrance of the Scottish pines, the flat boughs of which nearly met overhead thickly enough to exclude the sunshine, which here and there found its way through breaks in the bronze-green canopy, and fell like rays of gold on the thick grass and pine cones below; but there was no appearance of Finella.
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