Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven Oliver Sinclair

Oliver Sinclair, in the Scottish way of speaking for a brave, quick, alert lad, was free and easy.If this statement suited him mentally, it must be admitted that it suited him physically as well. The young man was the last descendant of a respectable family from Edinburgh, a northerner from Athens, and the son of a former senator from the capital of Middletown.He lost his parents and was raised by his uncle, one of the four Chief Justices.He excelled at college, and at twenty he had some fortune, which at least ensured his independence.He is eager to see the world, and has also traveled to major European countries, India, America, etc. The famous "Edinburgh Magazine" is sometimes willing to publish some of his travel notes.As an outstanding painter, he can certainly sell his works at high prices if he chooses.He has become a poet again at a poetic age, and doesn't all life smile at him now?Warm and artistic, he was neither artificial nor pretentious, and he was naturally pleasing.

In ancient Caledonia, it can be said that getting married is not difficult.Because, there is a serious imbalance in the sex ratio, and the number of women is far more than that of men.Besides, such a young fellow, so well-bred, so amiable, so well-mannered, and so good-looking, couldn't find some desirable heiress there. But twenty-six-year-old Oliver Sinclair doesn't seem to feel the need to live a life of two.He felt that two people walking side by side, did this kind of life path seem too narrow?No, not like that.But maybe he thinks it is better to live alone, he can take a shortcut and pursue his dreams without worries, especially for his hobbies as an artist and traveler, it is better to live alone.

Oliver Sinclair, however, was good-looking, and to a young Scottish fair-haired girl excited more than mere affection.He is well-proportioned, with a broad face, a frank expression, a masculine face, strong and powerful facial contours, gentle eyes, graceful gestures and gestures, fluent speech, brilliant talents, natural and decent manners, and always with eyes. Smile, it's all so charming.He never felt pretentious, or at all, nor was he too self-conscious.Besides, if he had the ladies of old Edinburgh, the foggy city, admiring him so much, so were his younger companions and college friends.He was, as the Gaels say nicely, one who never turned his back on a friend or an enemy.

And this day when Miss Campbell hit him, he turned his back to her, and he should say that there was nothing wrong with it.Indeed Miss Campbell was neither his enemy nor his friend then.Sitting with his back to her in this way, he couldn't see the young girl's mallet hit the ball so hard, and the painting seemed to be hit, and all the painter's tools turned somersault. Miss Campbell recognized her Corey Wilkan "hero" at a glance, but the hero failed to recognize the young Glengarry passenger.It was only when the boat was going from Scarborough Isle to Oban Isle that he noticed that Miss Campbell was also on board.Indeed, if he had known what part the girl had played in saving him, he would have thanked her more than just being polite.But he doesn't know yet, and maybe he never will.

For, on that very day, Miss Campbell forbade--that's the word--both uncles and Lady Beth and Partridge, forbidding, in the presence of the young man, any hint of what had happened on board the Glergarry before his rescue. . After the ball hit someone, the Melville brothers caught up with the niece, and they wished they could be more embarrassed than she, and began to apologize to the young painter, when the painter interrupted them: "Miss, gentlemen...it's okay, please believe that I really don't need to apologize!" "Sir," Sieb insisted, "No! . . . We are truly sorry . . . "

"If this disaster is irreparable, we're afraid it will be..." Sam went on. "It's just an accident, not a disaster at all!" The young man replied with a smile, "It's just a scribble, nothing more, and this vengeful ball just exposed it!" Oliver Sinclair said these words in such a good mood that the Melville brothers readily offered their hand without adding any other decorum.In any case, they felt that they should introduce themselves to each other, as gentlemen should do. "Mr. Samuel Melville," said one. "Mr. Sebastian Melville," said another.

"And the niece, Miss Campbell." Helena added that she felt that this ceremony should not be missed, and that she should also introduce herself. The young man also gave his name and identity. "Miss Campbell, Gentlemen Melville," he said very gravely, "since I've been hit by the ball, I should answer that my name is 'Fokk', like a peg in your croquet game. .But honestly, my name is Oliver Sinclair." "Mr. Sinclair," continued Miss Campbell, not knowing how to reply, "please accept my apology for the last time..." "And ours," added the Melville brothers.

"Miss Campbell," continued Oliver Sinclair, "I tell you again, it's really unnecessary. I was just trying to draw a rough wave, maybe your ball, like I can't remember which ancient Like a painter's sponge, thrown sideways on a painting, it produces an effect that my brush has always intended to produce, but always in vain." He said it in such a lovely tone that both Miss Campbell and the Melville brothers could not help laughing. Oliver Sinclair's painting, he picked it up, it was useless, had to do it again. I should have seen Aristobulus Ursyklaus not coming, and now everyone was apologizing and greeting, and he didn't get involved.

After the competition the young scholar was so annoyed that he had not been able to put his theoretical knowledge into practice that he had left and gone back to his hotel.He won't be seen again for three or four days, and he's leaving for Loueng, a small island in the Hebrides, south of Sayre, where he wants to study geology. It is rich in slate mines. Everyone's conversation will not be disturbed by his scientific analysis.Had he been there, he certainly would not have missed the opportunity to add to his analysis the tension of the track and some other issues related to the event.

Oliver Sinclair now knew that he was no stranger to the guests of the Caledonian Hotel, and learned of what had happened on the crossing. "What, Miss Campbell, and you gentlemen," he cried, "are you also on that Glengarry boat that got me in time?" "Yes, Mr. Sinclair." "You frightened us," went on Sibb, "and it was by chance that we saw your ship lost in the vortex of Cory Wilkan!" "It's a lucky coincidence," Sam went on, "and it's possible, if not, that at that moment Miss Campbell made a gesture to let my uncle know that she didn't want her to be thought of as a saviour. She doesn't want to accept the role anyway."

"But Mr. Sinclair," Sam went on, "how could the old fisherman with you be so careless as to venture into those currents..." "Since he is a local, he should know the danger?" Xiba's brother also said. "It's not his fault, Melville gentlemen," replied Oliver Sinclair. "It's me, I'm not careful, and for a while I thought if this brave man died, I'd blame myself! But the colors on the surface of the eddies are so startling, the sea is like a wide hollow thrown on blue silk It's like lace! I didn't think too much about it, so I set off to find some new colors in this light-soaked foam. So I went forward and kept going! The old fisherman felt the danger and advised I said he wanted to go back to Jura Island, but I couldn't listen to him at all, so that the boat was swept into a current, and was sucked into the vortex by an irresistible force! How much we want to resist This is attractive!... A huge wave injured my companion, and he could no longer help me. I am sure that if the Glengarry boat does not come, the captain is not dedicated, and the passengers are not humanitarian, we may have entered The Kingdom of Myths is over, and the sailor and my name may already be on the Cory Wilkan's list of victims." Miss Campbell listened quietly, saying nothing, sometimes raising her pretty eyes to the young man, and Sinclair's gaze did not disturb her in the least.She couldn't help laughing as he spoke of his chase, more specifically his colorful pursuit of the sea.Wasn't she looking for the same adventure herself?Although it is not so dangerous, isn't it also chasing the various colors of the sky, chasing the green light? When the Melville brothers talked about their purpose in coming to Oban, they couldn't help mentioning this, that is, to observe a physical phenomenon and explain its properties to the young painter. "Green light!" cried Oliver Sinclair. "Perhaps you have, sir?" asked the young girl excitedly. "Have you?" "No, Miss Campbell," said Oliver Sinclair, "I only knew there was a green light somewhere! Never seen it, not sure! But I want to see it too! Later, the sun is setting below the horizon." Before, I must see it! I swear on the name of Sundanstein, I will only paint the last rays of the sun in green again!" It's hard to tell whether Oliver Sinclair said these words with a touch of sarcasm, or his artist nature.An instinct told Miss Campbell, however, that the young man was not joking. "Mr. Sinclair," she added, "the green light is not my private property! It shines for everyone! It does not lose one iota of its value, for it is a novelty to many. If If you like, then we can try to see it together." "Very willingly, Miss Campbell." "But it takes a lot of patience." "We'll have..." "Don't be afraid to hurt your eyes," said Sam. "The green light is worth the risk," retorted Oliver Sinclair. "I promise you, I won't leave Oban until I see the green light." "It has happened once," said Miss Campbell, "that we were on the Isle of Sayre to observe the green light, but just as the sun was setting a little cloud came and covered the sky." "What a misfortune!" "Unfortunately, Mr. Sinclair, because we haven't seen such a clear sky since." "There will be more, Miss Campbell! Summer's not over yet! Believe me, the sun will give us green light before the bad season comes." "I've told you all, Mr. Sinclair," continued Miss Campbell, "that on the evening of August 2nd, while passing Corrievelkan, there would have been no relief at all if our attention had not been diverted to some relief operation. We must have seen it in the sky there..." "What, Miss Campbell," snapped Oliver Sinclair, "how stupid of me to distract you at a time like this! My rashness may have prevented you from seeing the green light! That should be my apology It is. I am here to express my apologies to you for my untimely intrusion! I will never do this again!" The group walked back to the Caledonian Hotel, where Oliver Sinclair happened to be staying the day before from an outing around Dalamari, and they chatted all the way.The young man's candor, his contagious laugh, was not at all offensive to the brothers, far from it.At everyone's behest, he spoke of Edinburgh and his uncle, Lord Chancellor, Patrick Oldymore.It so happened that the Melville brothers had been associated with Justice Altimore for several years. There used to be a high-society relationship between the two families, and it was only because of the distance that the connection was broken.It was well known, too, that prompted Oliver Sinclair to resume his association with the Melville brothers.Besides, he could have put his artist's tent elsewhere instead of Oban, but he was more determined than ever to stay here so that we could go together in search of the famous green light.It also indicated that he wanted to resume his association with the Melvilles. In the following days Miss Campbell, the Melville brothers and he often met on Oban Beach.Together they see if the atmospheric conditions are going to change.I have to ask the barometer ten times a day, and the barometer also shows a few traces of rising.And on the morning of August 14th the lovely thing was over 30.7 inches. How gladly Oliver Sinclair brought the good news to Miss Campbell on this day!The sky is as pure as the eyes of the Virgin!The blue sky is from indigo to cloud blue, and the color is getting weaker a little bit!There is not a speck of humidity in the air!It's sure to be a fantastic evening, and the sunset will wow the observatory's astronomers too! "If we don't see green light at sunset," Sinclair said, "it's only because we're blind!" "Uncles," replied Miss Campbell, "do you hear me? Tonight!" So it was agreed that we would leave for the Isle of Sale before supper.From one to five o'clock, the group set out on the road. The open carriage carried the radiant Miss Campbell, the high-spirited Oliver Sinclair and the Melville brothers who shared the joy and splendor, walking on the picturesque Klagan Road.It seems that they hung the sun on the seat of the chariot, and the four fast horses that followed were like monsters in the chariot of Apollo, the sun god. When the observers arrived at the Isle of Sale, they were already very excited.Facing a piece of sky, no obstacle will block the line of sight.They came to a seat at the end of the narrow headland, a mile long, which separated the two bays along the coast.Nothing to the west would obstruct the view of that sky. "We are finally going to see the green light, this wayward light, so unwilling to be seen!" Oliver Sinclair said. "I believe," said Sam. "I'm sure," echoed Sieb. "I hope so," replied Miss Campbell, looking out at the open sea and the unblemished sky. In fact, all signs point to a magnificent sight at sunset. This radiant celestial body has already slid down an oblique line, only a few steps away from the sea level.The red disc dyed the background of the sky red, and a dazzling light cast on the sleeping water of the open sea. Everyone silently waited for the green light to appear, and was a little excited in front of the dusk of this beautiful day.They looked at the sun, which was sinking little by little, like a huge bolide.Suddenly Miss Campbell gave an involuntary shriek, followed by the Melville brothers and Oliver Sinclair in an involuntary cry of anxiety. A small boat was now leaving the small island of Fen-Isdar, which was stranded at the foot of the Isle of Sale, and was sailing slowly westward.The open sail acts like a screen, rising above the horizon.Will the sail cover the sun the moment it disappears in the waves? It's just a matter of a split second, and there's no time for everyone to go back and turn to one side or the other to face the point of contact.The cape is too narrow, and people can't change the angle so that they can line up with the sun again. Disappointed at the unexpectedness, Miss Campbell walked up and down the rock.Oliver Sinclair was gesturing to the skiff vigorously, calling to her to lower the sails, but in vain.Those people couldn't see him, and couldn't hear him shouting.Blown by the breeze, the boat continued to head west, and a long wave of water passed behind it. Just at the moment when the top of the sun disk was about to disappear, the sail passed in front, its opaque trapezoidal sail completely blocking it. What a disappointment!This time the green light has shot out from the bottom of the sea level, and there is no fog, and it hits the sail when it is about to reach the cape. How many eyes are staring at the cape eagerly. Miss Campbell, Oliver Sinclair, and the Melville brothers were all extremely disappointed, and their annoyance may have exceeded the misfortune itself. They stayed there, dazed, and even forgot to go. people. But the boat had just arrived at a small bay on the Isle of Sale, and stopped under the cape. At this moment a passenger stepped down, and two sailors went round the open sea to bring him here from Louise, and remained on board.Then the passenger circled the sand and climbed over the first few rocks, as if to reach the end of the promontory. Certainly, this annoying person must have recognized the observers standing on a high place, seeing that he was greeting them with a familiar gesture. "Mr. Ursey Krause!" cried Miss Campbell. "It's him! It's him!" The two brothers echoed. "Who would this gentleman be?" thought Oliver Sinclair. It was indeed Aristobulus Ursyklaus, who had returned after a few days of scientific excursions to Louis. He had just disturbed these people, and it was about fulfilling their most cherished desires, to think how they would greet him, needless to say. Brother Sam's brother Seb forgot all manners, and it did not even occur to him to introduce Oliver Sinclair and Aristobulus Ursyklaus to each other.In front of Helena's dissatisfied face, the two bowed their heads not to look at the suitor they had chosen. Miss Campbell clasped her little hands, folded her arms across her breast, looked at him with twinkling eyes, and said nothing.Then, finally, this sentence came out of his mouth: "Mr. Ursey Krauss, you should not have come at such a time to do such a foolish thing!"