'But,' said Falconer, 'there was another in it, without whom I could
have done nothing.'
'Who was that?'
'George Moray.'
'Did he know me then?'
'No. Fortunately not. You would not have looked at him then. It
was all done for love of me. He is the truest fellow in the world,
and altogether worthy of you, Miss Hamilton. I will tell you the
whole story some day, lest he should not do himself justice.'
'Ah, that reminds me. Hamilton sounds strange in your voice. You
suspected me of having changed my name to hide my history?'
It was so, and Falconer's silence acknowledged the fact.
'Lady Janet brought me home, and told my father all. When he died a
few years after, she took me to live with her, and never rested till
she had brought me acquainted with Sir John Hamilton, in favour of
whom my father had renounced his claim to some disputed estates.
Sir John had lost his only son, and he had no daughter. He was a
kind-hearted old man, rather like my own father. He took to me, as
they say, and made me change my name to his, leaving me the property
that might have been my father's, on condition that whoever I
married should take the same name. I don't think your friend will
mind making the exchange,' said Mysie in conclusion, as the door
opened and Shargar came in.
'Robert, ye're a' gait (everywhere)!' he exclaimed as he entered.
Then, stopping to ask no questions, 'Ye see I'm to hae a name o' my
ain efter a',' he said, with a face which looked even handsome in
the light of his gladness.
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