Lady Arctura rose, and they all went down together. When they reached the hall, Davie ran to get his kite.
"But you have not told me why you would not have him speak of the music," said Arctura, stopping at the foot of the great stair.
"Partly because, if we were to go on to make search for the room, it ought to be kept as quiet as possible, and the talk about the one would draw notice to the other; and partly because I have a hope that the one may even guide us to the other."
"You will tell me about that afterwards," said Arctura, and went up the stair.
That night the earl had another of his wandering fits; also all night the wind blew from the south-east.
In the morning Arctura went to him with her proposal. The instant he understood what she wished, his countenance grew black as thunder.
"What!" he cried, "you would go pulling the grand old bulk to pieces for the sake of a foolish tale about the devil and a set of cardplayers! By my soul, I'll be damned if you do!--Not while I'm above ground at least! That's what comes of putting such a place in the power of a woman! It's sacrilege! By heaven, I'll throw my brother's will into chancery rather!"
His rage was such as to compel her to think there must be more in it than appeared. The wilderness of the temper she had roused made her tremble, but it also woke the spirit of her race, and she repented of the courtesy she had shown him: she had the right to make what investigations she pleased! Her father would not have left her the property without good reasons for doing so; and of those reasons some might well have lain in the character of the man before her!
Through all this rage the earl read something of what had sent the blood of the Graemes to her cheek and brow.
"I beg your pardon, my love," he said, "but if he was your father, he was my brother!"
"He is my father!" said Arctura coldly.
"Dead and gone and all but forgotten!"
"No, my lord; not for one day forgotten! not for one moment unloved!"
"Ah, well, as you please! but because you love his memory must I regard him as a Solon? 'T is surely no great treason to reflect upon the wisdom of a dead man!"
"I wish you good day, my lord!" said Arctura, very angry, and left him.
But when presently she found that she could not lift up her heart to her father in heaven, gladly would she have sent her anger from her.
Was it not plainly other than good, when it came thus between her and the living God! All day at intervals she had to struggle and pray against it; a great part of the night she lay awake because of it; but at length she pitied her uncle too much to be very angry with him any more, and so fell asleep.
In the morning she found that all sense of his having authority over her had vanished, and with it her anger. She saw also that it was quite time she took upon herself the duties of a landowner. What could Mr. Grant think of her--doing nothing for her people! But she could do little while her uncle received the rents and gave orders to Mr. Graeme! She would take the thing into her own hands! In the meantime, Mr. Grant should, if he pleased, go on quietly with his examination of the house.
But she could not get her interview with her uncle out of her head, and was haunted with vague suspicions of some dreadful secret about the house belonging to the present as well as the past. Her uncle seemed to have receded to a distance incalculable, and to have grown awful as he receded. She was of a nature almost too delicately impressionable; she not only felt things keenly, but retained the sting of them after the things were nearly forgotten. But then the swift and rare response of her faculties arose in no small measure from this impressionableness. At the same time, but for instincts and impulses derived from her race, her sensitiveness might have degenerated into weakness.
