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"And what did he say?" asked Dawtie, with the composure of one listening to a story learned from a book.
"He told me he couldn't. But I'm not sure what he _said_. The words went away."
"When was it he asked you?" said Dawtie, sunk in thought.
"The night but one before the trial," answered Alexa.
"He micht hae ta'en you, then, i'stead o' me--a lady an' a'. Oh, mem! do you think he took me 'cause I was in trouble? He micht hae been laird himsel'."
"Dawtie! Dawtie!" cried Alexa. "If you think that would have weighed with Andrew, I ought to have been his wife, for I know him better than you."
Dawtie smiled at that.
"But I do know, mem," she said, "that Andrew was fit to cast the lairds.h.i.+p frae him to comfort ony puir la.s.sie. I would ha' lo'ed him a'
the same."
"As I have done, Dawtie," said Alexa, solemnly. "But he wouldn't have thrown _me_ away for you, if he hadn't loved you, Dawtie. Be sure of that. He might have made nothing of the lairds.h.i.+p, but he wouldn't have made nothing of me."
"That's true, mem. I dinna doobt it."
"I love him still--and you mustn't mind me saying it, Dawtie. There are ways of loving that are good, though there be some pain in them. Thank G.o.d, we have our children to look after. You will let me say _our_ children, won't you, Dawtie?"
Some thought Alexa hard, some thought her cold, but the few that knew her knew she was neither; and some of my readers will grant that such a friend as Andrew was better than such a husband as George.
THE END.
