door it was half-open and the room empty. Well, thought I, at least I may meet her and have the homeward walk with her. From the top of Corriemuir hill you may see all the country round; so, catching up my stick, I swung off in that direction. It was bright, but cold, and the surf, I remember, was booming loudly, though there had been no wind in our parts for days. I zigzagged up the steep pathway, breathing in the thin, keen morning air, and humming a lilt as I went, until I came out, a little short of breath, among the whins upon the top. Looking down the long slope of the farther side, I saw Cousin Edie, as I had expected; and I saw Jim Horscroft walking by her side.
They were not far away, but too taken up with each other to see me. She was walking slowly, with the little petulant cock of her dainty head which I knew so well, casting her eyes away from him, and shooting out a word from time to time. He paced along beside her, looking down at her and bending his head in the eagerness of his talk. Then as he said something, she placed her hand with a caress upon his arm, and he, carried off his feet, plucked her up and kissed her again and again. At the sight I could neither cry out nor move, but stood, with a heart of lead and the face of a dead man, staring down at them. I saw her hand passed over his shoulder, and that his kisses were as welcome to her as ever mine had been.
Then he set her down again, and I found that this had been their parting; for, indeed, in another hundred paces they would have come in wave back once or twice, and he stood looking after her. I waited until she was some way off, and then down I came, but so taken up was he, that I was within a hand’s-touch of him before he whisked round upon me. He tried to smile as is eye met mine.
view of the upper windows of the house. She walked slowly away, with a
“Ah, Jock,” says he, “early afoot!”
“I saw you!” I gasped; and my throat had turned so dry that I spoke like a man with a quinsy.
“Did you so?” said he, and gave a little whistle. “Well, on my life, Jock, I’m not sorry. I was thinking of coming up to West Inch this very day, and having it out with you. Maybe it’s better as it is.”
“You’ve been a fine friend!” said I.
“Well now, be reasonable, Jock,” said he, sticking his hands into his pockets and rocking to and fro as he stood. “Let me show you how it stands. Look me in the eye, and you’ll see that I don’t lie. It’s this Way. I had met Edi—Miss Calder that is—before I came that morning, and there were things which made me look upon her as free; and, thinking that, I let my mind dwell on her. Then you said she wasn’t free, but was promised to you, and that was the worst knock I’ve had for a time. It clean put me off, and I made a fool of myself for some days, and it’s a mercy I’m not in Berwick gaol. Then by chance I met her again—on my soul, Jock, it was chance for me—and when I spoke of you she laughed at the thought. It was cousin and cousin, she said; but as for her not being free, or you being more to her than a friend, it was fool’s talk. So you see, Jock, I was not so much to blame, after all: the more so as she promised that she would let you see by her conduct that you were mistaken in thinking that you had any claim upon her. You must have noticed that she has hardly had a word for you for these last two weeks.”
I laughed bitterly.
“It was only last night,” said I, “that she told me that I was the only man in all this earth that she could ever bring herself to love.”
Jim Horscroft put out a shaking hand and laid it on my shoulder, while he pushed his face forward to look into my eyes.
“Jock Calder,” said he, “I never knew you tell a lie. You are not trying to score trick against trick, are you? Honest now, between man and man.”
“It’s God’s truth,” said I.
He stood looking at me, and his face had set like that of a man who is having a hard fight with himself. It was a long two minutes before he spoke.
“See here, Jock!” said he. “This woman is fooling us both. D’you hear, man? she’s fooling us both! She loves you at West Inch, and she loves me on the braeside; and in her devil’s heart she cares a whin-blossom for neither of us. Let’s join hands, man, and send the hellfire hussy to the right-about!”
But this was too much. I could not curse her in my own heart, and still less could I stand by and hear another man do it; not though it was my oldest friend.
“Don’t you call names!” I cried.
“Ach! you sicken me with your soft talk! I’ll call her what she should be called!”
“Will you, though?” said I, lugging off my coat. “Look you here, Jim Horscroft, if you say another word against her, I’ll lick it down your throat, if you were as big as Berwick Castle! Try me and see!”
He peeled off his coat down to the elbows, and then he slowly put it on again.
“Don’t be such a fool, Jock!” said he. “Four stone and five inches is more than mortal man can give. Two old friends mustn’t fall out over such a—well, there, I won’t say it. Well, by the Lord, if she hasn’t nerve for ten!”
I looked round, and there she was, not twenty yards from us, looking as cool and easy and placid as we were hot and fevered.
“I was nearly home,” said she, “when I saw you two boys very busy talking, so I came all the way back to know what it was about.”
Horscroft took a run forward and caught her by the wrist. She gave a little squeal at the sight of his face, but he pulled her towards where I was standing.
“Now, Jock, we’ve had tomfoolery enough,” said he. “Here she is. Shall we take her word as to which she likes? She can’t trick us now that we’re both together.”
“I am willing,” said I.
“And so am I. If she goes for you, I swear I’ll never so much as turn an eye on her again. Will you do as much for me?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Well then, look here, you! We’re both honest men, and friends, and we tell each other no lies; and so we know your double ways. I know what you said last night. Jock knows what you said today. D’you see? Now then, fair and square! Here we are before you; once and have done. Which is it to be, Jock or me?”
You would have thought that the woman would have been overwhelmed with shame, but instead of that her eyes were shining with delight; and I dare wager that it was the proudest moment of her life. As she looked from one to the other of us, with the cold morning sun glittering on her face, I had never seen her look so lovely. Jim felt it also, I am sure; for he dropped her wrist, and the harsh lines were softened upon his face.
“Come, Edie! which is it to be?” he asked.
“Naughty boys, to fall out like this!” she cried. “Cousin Jack, you know how fond I am of you.”
“Oh, then go to him!” said Horscroft.
“But I love nobody but Jim. There is nobody that I love like Jim.”
She snuggled up to him, and laid her cheek against his breast.
“You see, Jock!” said he, looking over her shoulder.
I did see; and away I went for West Inch, another man from the time that I left
