Tommy and Aaron left together!  Tommy described those scenes with much good humour.  “I was amazed at first,” he said to Grizel, “to find Aaron determinedly enduring me, but now I understand.  He wants what we want.  He says not a word about it, but he is watching those two courting like a born match-maker.  Aaron has several reasons for hoping that Elspeth will get our friend (as he would express it):  one, that this would keep her in Thrums; another, that to be the wife of a doctor is second only in worldly grandeur to marrying the manse; and thirdly and lastly, because he is convinced that it would be such a staggerer to me.  For he thinks I have not a notion of what is going on, and that, if I had, I would whisk her away to London.”

He gave Grizel the most graphic, solemn pictures of those evenings in the cottage.  “Conceive the four of us gathered round the kitchen fire—­three men and a maid; the three men yearning to know what is in the maid’s mind, and each concealing his anxiety from the others.  Elspeth gives the doctor a look which may mean much or nothing, and he glares at me as if I were in the way, and I glance at Aaron, and he is on tenterhooks lest I have noticed anything.  Next minute, perhaps, David gives utterance to a plaintive sigh, and Aaron and I pounce upon Elspeth (with our eyes) to observe its effect on her, and Elspeth wonders why Aaron is staring, and he looks apprehensively at me, and I am gazing absent-mindedly at the fender.

“You may smile, Grizel,” Tommy would say, “and now that I think of it, I can smile myself, but we are an eerie quartet at the time.  When the strain becomes unendurable, one of us rises and mends the fire with his foot, and then I think the rest of us could say ‘Thank you.’  We talk desperately for a little after that, but soon again the awful pall creeps down.”

“If I were there,” cried Grizel, “I would not have the parlour standing empty all this time.”

“We are coming to the parlour,” Tommy replies impressively.  “The parlour, Grizel, now begins to stir.  Elspeth has disappeared from the kitchen, we three men know not whither.  We did not notice her go; we don’t even observe that she has gone—­we are too busy looking at the fire.  By and by the tremulous tinkling of an aged piano reaches us from an adjoining chamber, and Aaron looks at me through his fingers, and I take a lightning glance at Mr. David, and he uncrosses his legs and rises, and sits down again.  Aaron, in the most unconcerned way, proceeds to cut tobacco and rub it between his fingers, and I stretch out my legs and contemplate them with passionate approval.  While we are thus occupied David has risen, and he is so thoroughly at his ease that he has begun to hum.  He strolls round the kitchen, looking with sudden interest at the mantelpiece ornaments; he reads, for the hundredth time, the sampler on the wall.  Next the clock engages his attention; it is ticking, and that seems to impress him as novel and curious.  By this time he has reached the door; it opens to his touch, and in a fit of abstraction he leaves the room.”