But the laird caught up a pair of nutcrackers, and threw it at Gibbie.It struck him on the forehead, and the blood spirted from the wound.He staggered backwards.Fergus seized the laird's arm, and sought to pacify him.
Her father's loud tones had reached Ginevra in her room; she ran down, and that instant entered: Gibbie all but fell into her arms.
The moment's support she gave him, and the look of loving terror she cast in his face, restored him; and he was again firm on his feet, pressing her handkerchief to his forehead, when Fergus, leaving the laird, advanced with the pacific intention of getting him safe from the house.Ginevra stepped between them.Her father's rage thereupon broke loose quite, and was madness.He seized hold of her with violence, and dragged her from the room.
Fergus laid hands upon Gibbie more gently, and half would have forced, half persuaded him to go.A cry came from Ginevra: refusing to be sent to her room before Gibbie was in safety, her father struck her.Gibbie would have darted to her help.Fergus held him fast, but knew nothing of Gibbie's strength, and the next moment found himself on his back upon the table, amidst the crash of wineglasses and china.Having locked the door, Gibbie sprung to the laird, who was trying to drag his daughter, now hardly resisting, up the first steps of the stair, took him round the waist from behind, swept him to the other room, and there locked him up also.He then returned to Ginevra where she lay motionless on the stair, lifted her in his arms, and carried her out of the house, nor stopped until, having reached the farther end of the street, he turned the corner of it into another equally quiet.
The laird and Fergus, when they were released by the girl from their respective prisons and found that the enemy was gone, imagined that Ginevra had retired again to her room; and what they did after is not interesting.
Under a dull smoky oil-lamp Gibbie stopped.He knew by the tightening of her arms that Ginevra was coming to herself.
"Let me down," she said feebly.
He did so, but kept his arm round her.She gave a deep sigh, and gazed bewildered.When she saw him, she smiled.
"With you, Gibbie!" she murmured."--But they will be after us!""They shall not touch you," signified Gibbie.
"What was it all about?" she asked.
Gibbie spelled on his fingers, "Because I offered to give you Glashruach, if your father would let you marry Donal.""Gibbie! how could you?" she cried almost in a scream, and pushing away his arm, turned from him and tried to run, but after two steps, tottered to the lamp-post, and leaned against it--with such a scared look!
"Then come with me and be my sister, Ginevra, and I will take care of you," spelled Gibbie."I can do nothing to take care of you while I can't get near you.""Oh, Gibbie! nobody does like that," returned Ginevra, "--else Ishould be so glad!"
"There is no other way then that I know.You won't marry anybody, you see.""Won't I, Gibbie? What makes you think that?""Because of course you would never refuse Donal and marry anybody else; that is not possible.""Oh! don't tease me, Gibbie."
"Ginevra, you don't mean you would?"
In the dull light, and with the imperfect means of Gibbie for the embodiment of his thoughts, Ginevra misunderstood him.
