I can't talk much. We'll
talk at times and sit still between. Are you going to stay with me
to-night?"
"Indeed I am, father. Right here beside you."
"Well, I've missed you. But you had to have your wanderings and your
life of men. I understood that."
"You've been most good to me. It is in my heart and in the tears of my
eyes."
"I did not grudge the siller. And I've had a pride in you, Alexander.
Now you'll be the laird. Now let's sit quiet a bit."
The snow fell, the fire burned, the clock ticked. He spoke again.
"It's before an eye inside that you'll be a wanderer and a goer about
yet--within and without, my laddie, within and without! Do not forget,
though, to hold the old place together that so many Jardines have been
born in, and to care for the tenant bodies and the old folk--and
there's your brother and sister."
"I will forget nothing that you say, father."
"I have kept that to say on top of my mind.... The old place and the
tenant bodies and old folk, and your brother and sister. I have your
word, and so," said the laird, "that's done and may drift
by.--Grizel, I wad sleep a bit. Let him go and come again."
His eyes closed. Alexander rose from the chair beside him. Coming to
Alice, he put his arm around her, and with Jamie at his other hand the
three went from the room. Strickland tarried a moment to consult with
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