It is not necessary to
go back to it. Forget that you were American, Ellen — you
belong to me; your name is not Montgomery any more, it is
Lindsay; and I will not have you call me 'uncle;' I am your
father — you are my own little daughter, and must do precisely
what I tell you. Do you understand me?"
He would have a "yes" from her, and then added — "Go and get
yourself ready, and I will take you with me to Edinburgh."
Ellen's tears had been like to burst forth again at his words;
with great effort she controlled herself, and obeyed him.
"I shall do precisely what he tells me, of course," she said
to herself, as she went to get ready; "but there are some
things he cannot command; nor I neither — I am glad of that!
Forget, indeed!"
She could not help loving her uncle; for the lips that kissed
her were very kind as well as very peremptory; and if the hand
that pressed her cheek was, as she felt it was, the hand of
power, its touch was also exceeding fond. And as she was no
more inclined to despite his will than he to permit it, the
harmony between them was perfect and unbroken.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
How old friends were invested with the regalia.
Mr. Lindsay had some reason that morning to wish that Ellen
would look merrier; it was a very sober little face he saw by
his side as the carriage rolled smoothly on with them towards
Edinburgh; almost pale in its sadness.
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