Ye're no fit
company for decent fowk; an' that ye wad ken yersel', gin ye had ony
idea left o' what decency means.'
Without heeding her, the marquis went up to Falconer.
'Your card, sir.'
Lady Janet followed him.
''Deed ye s' get nae cairds here,' she said, pushing him aside. 'So
you allow your friends to insult me in your own house as they
please, cousin Janet?' said the marquis, who probably felt her
opposition the most formidable of all.
''Deed they canna say waur o' ye nor I think. Gang awa', an'
repent. Consider yer gray hairs, man.'
This was the severest blow he had yet received. He left the room,
'swearing at large.'
Falconer followed him; but what came of it nobody ever heard.
Major and Miss Hamilton were married within three months, and went
out to India together, taking Nancy Kennedy with them.
CHAPTER X.
A NEOPHYTE.
Before many months had passed, without the slightest approach to any
formal recognition, I found myself one of the church of labour of
which Falconer was clearly the bishop. As he is the subject, or
rather object of my book, I will now record a fact which may serve
to set forth his views more clearly. I gained a knowledge of some
of the circumstances, not merely from the friendly confidences of
Miss St. John and Falconer, but from being a kind of a Scotch cousin
of Lady Janet Gordon, whom I had taken an opportunity of acquainting
with the relation. She was old-fashioned enough to acknowledge it
even with some eagerness.
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