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were opened against the coffee…house windows; and at that inclement 

signal I remembered I was due elsewhere。









CHAPTER XXVI … THE COTTAGE AT NIGHT





AT the door I was nearly blown back by the unbridled violence of 

the squall; and Rowley and I must shout our parting words。  All the 

way along Princes Street (whither my way led) the wind hunted me 

behind and screamed in my ears。  The city was flushed with 

bucketfuls of rain that tasted salt from the neighbouring ocean。  

It seemed to darken and lighten again in the vicissitudes of the 

gusts。  Now you would say the lamps had been blown out from end to 

end of the long thoroughfare; now; in a lull; they would revive; 

re…multiply; shine again on the wet pavements; and make darkness 

sparingly visible。



By the time I had got to the corner of the Lothian Road there was a 

distinct improvement。  For one thing; I had now my shoulder to the 

wind; for a second; I came in the lee of my old prison…house; the 

Castle; and; at any rate; the excessive fury of the blast was 

itself moderating。  The thought of what errand I was on re…awoke 

within me; and I seemed to breast the rough weather with increasing 

ease。  With such a destination; what mattered a little buffeting of 

wind or a sprinkle of cold water?  I recalled Flora's image; I took 

her in fancy to my arms; and my heart throbbed。  And the next 

moment I had recognised the inanity of that fool's paradise。  If I 

could spy her taper as she went to bed; I might count myself lucky。



I had about two leagues before me of a road mostly uphill; and now 

deep in mire。  So soon as I was clear of the last street lamp; 

darkness received me … a darkness only pointed by the lights of 

occasional rustic farms; where the dogs howled with uplifted heads 

as I went by。  The wind continued to decline: it had been but a 

squall; not a tempest。  The rain; on the other hand; settled into a 

steady deluge; which had soon drenched me thoroughly。  I continued 

to tramp forward in the night; contending with gloomy thoughts and 

accompanied by the dismal ululation of the dogs。  What ailed them 

that they should have been thus wakeful; and perceived the small 

sound of my steps amid the general reverberation of the rain; was 

more than I could fancy。  I remembered tales with which I had been 

entertained in childhood。  I told myself some murderer was going 

by; and the brutes perceived upon him the faint smell of blood; and 

the next moment; with a physical shock; I had applied the words to 

my own case!



Here was a dismal disposition for a lover。  'Was ever lady in this 

humour wooed?' I asked myself; and came near turning back。  It is 

never wise to risk a critical interview when your spirits are 

depressed; your clothes muddy; and your hands wet!  But the 

boisterous night was in itself favourable to my enterprise: now; or 

perhaps never; I might find some way to have an interview with 

Flora; and if I had one interview (wet clothes; low spirits and 

all); I told myself there would certainly be another。



Arrived in the cottage…garden I found the circumstances mighty 

inclement。  From the round holes in the shutters of the parlour; 

shafts of candle…light streamed forth; elsewhere the darkness was 

complete。  The trees; the thickets; were saturated; the lower parts 

of the garden turned into a morass。  At intervals; when the wind 

broke forth again; there passed overhead a wild coil of clashing 

branches; and between whiles the whole enclosure continuously and 

stridently resounded with the rain。  I advanced close to the window 

and contrived to read the face of my watch。  It was half…past 

seven; they would not retire before ten; they might not before 

midnight; and the prospect was unpleasant。  In a lull of the wind I 

could hear from the inside the voice of Flora reading aloud; the 

words of course inaudible … only a flow of undecipherable speech; 

quiet; cordial; colourless; more intimate and winning; more 

eloquent of her personality; but not less beautiful than song。  And 

the next moment the clamour of a fresh squall broke out about the 

cottage; the voice was drowned in its bellowing; and I was glad to 

retreat from my dangerous post。



For three egregious hours I must now suffer the elements to do 

their worst upon me; and continue to hold my ground in patience。  I 

recalled the least fortunate of my services in the field: being 

out…sentry of the pickets in weather no less vile; sometimes 

unsuppered and with nothing to look forward to by way of breakfast 

but musket…balls; and they seemed light in comparison。  So 

strangely are we built: so much more strong is the love of woman 

than the mere love of life。



At last my patience was rewarded。  The light disappeared from the 

parlour and reappeared a moment after in the room above。  I was 

pretty well informed for the enterprise that lay before me。  I knew 

the lair of the dragon … that which was just illuminated。  I knew 

the bower of my Rosamond; and how excellently it was placed on the 

ground…level; round the flank of the cottage and out of earshot of 

her formidable aunt。  Nothing was left but to apply my knowledge。  

I was then at the bottom of the garden; whether I had gone (Heaven 

save the mark!) for warmth; that I might walk to and fro unheard 

and keep myself from perishing。  The night had fallen still; the 

wind ceased; the noise of the rain had much lightened; if it had 

not stopped; and was succeeded by the dripping of the garden trees。  

In the midst of this lull; and as I was already drawing near to the 

cottage; I was startled by the sound of a window…sash screaming in 

its channels; and a step or two beyond I became aware of a gush of 

light upon the darkness。  It fell from Flora's window; which she 

had flung open on the night; and where she now sat; roseate and 

pensive; in the shine of two candles falling from behind; her 

tresses deeply embowering and shading her; the suspended comb still 

in one hand; the other idly clinging to the iron stanchions with 

which the window was barred。



Keeping to the turf; and favoured by the darkness of the night and 

the patter of the rain which was now returning; though without 

wind; I approached until I could almost have touched her。  It 

seemed a grossness of which I was incapable to break up her reverie 

by speech。  I stood and drank her in with my eyes; how the light 

made a glory in her hair; and (what I have always thought the most 

ravishing thing in nature) how the planes ran into each other; and 

were distinguished; and how the hues blended and varied; and were 

shaded off; between the cheek and neck。  At first I was abashed: 

she wore her beauty like an immediate halo of refinement; she 

discouraged me like an angel; or what I suspect to be the next most 

discouraging; a modern lady。  But as I continued to gaze; hope and 

life returned to me; I forgot my timidity; I forgot the sickening 

pack of wet clothes with which I stood burdened; I tingled with new 

blood。



Still unconscious of my presence; still gazing before her upon the 

illuminated image of the window; the straight shadows of the bars; 

the glinting of pebbles on the path; and the impenetrable night on 

the garden and the hills beyond it; she heaved a deep breath that 

struck upon my heart like an appeal。



'Why does Miss Gilchrist sigh?' I whispered。  'Does she recall 

absent friends?'



She turned her head swiftly in my direction; it was the only sign 

of surprise she deigned to make。  At the same time I stepped into 

the light and bowed profoundly。



'You!' she said。  'Here?'



'Yes; I am here;' I replied。  'I have come very far; it may be a 

hundred and fifty leagues; to see you。  I have waited all this 

night in your garden。  Will Miss Gilchrist not offer her hand … to 

a friend in trouble?'



She extended it between the bars; and I dropped upon on

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