"My lord, I am so sorry--so very sorry--if I startled you by my rudeness. The group inside was so cheering a sight, and I was a poor weary wayfarer."
"Do not apologize, Captain Bruce. I am happy to make your acquaintance."
"It has been the wish of my life, Lord Cairnforth, to make yours."
Lord Cairnforth turned upon him eyes sharp enough to make a less acute person than the captain feel that honesty, rather than flattery, was the safest tack to go upon. He took the hint.
"That is, I have wished, ever since I came home from India, to thank you and Mr. Menteith--this is Mr. Menteith, I presume?--for my cadetship, which I got through you. And though my ill health has blighted my prospects, and after some service--for I exchanged from the Company"s civil into the military service--I have returned to England an invalided and disappointed man, still my grat.i.tude is exactly the same, and I was anxious to see and thank you, as my benefactor and my cousin."
Lord Cairnforth merely bent his head in answer to this long speech, which a little perplexed him. He, like Helen, was both unused and indifferent to strangers.
But Captain Bruce seemed determined not to be made a stranger. After the brief ceremony of introduction to the little party, he sat down close to Lord Cairnforth, displacing Helen, who quietly retired, and began to unfold all his circ.u.mstances, giving as credentials of ident.i.ty a medal received for some Indian battle; a letter from his father, the colonel, whose handwriting Mr. Menteith immediately recognized, and other data, which sufficiently proved that he really was the person he a.s.sumed to be.
"For," said he, with that exceedingly frank manner he had, the sort of manner particularly taking with reserved people, because it saves them so much trouble--"for otherwise how should you know that I am not an impostor--a swindler--instead of your cousin, which I hope you believe I really am, Lord Cairnforth?"
"Certainly," said the earl, smiling, and looking both amused an interested by this little adventure, so novel in his monotonous life.
Also, his kindly heart was touched by the sickly and feeble aspect of the young man, by his appearance of poverty, and by something in his air which the earl fancied implied that brave struggle against misfortune, more pathetic than misfortune itself. With undisguised pleasure, the young host sat and watched his guest doing full justice to the very best supper that the Castle could furnish.
"You are truly a good Samaritan," said Captain Bruce, pouring out freely the claret which was then the universal drink of even the middle cla.s.ses in Scotland. "I had fallen among thieves (literally, for my small baggage was stolen from me yesterday, and I have no worldly goods beyond the clothes I stand in); you meet me, my good cousin, with oil and wine, and set me on your own beast, which I fear I shall have to ask you to do, for I am not strong enough to walk any distance. How far is it to the nearest inn?"
"About twenty miles. But we will discuss that question presently. In the mean time, eat and drink; you need it."
"Ah! Yes. You have never known hunger--I hope you never may; but it is not a pleasant thing, I a.s.sure you, actually to want food."
Helen looked up sympathetically. As Captain Bruce took not the slightest notice of her, she had ample opportunity to observe him. Pity for his worn face made her lenient. Lord Cairnforth read her favorable judgment in her eyes, and it inclined him also to judge kindly of the stranger. Mr. Menteith alone, more familiar with the world, and goaded by it into that sharp suspiciousness which is the last hardening of a kindly and generous heart--Mr. Menteith held aloof for some time, till at last even he succ.u.mbed to the charm of the captain"s conversation. Mr. Cardross had already fallen a willing victim, for he had latterly been deep in the subject of Warren Hastings, and to meet with any one who came direct from that wondrous land of India, then as mysterious and far-away a region as the next world, to people in England, and especially in the wilds of Scotland, was to the good minister a delight indescribable.
Captain Bruce, who had at first paid little attention to any body but his cousin, soon exercised his faculty of being "all things to all men,"
gave out his stores of information, bent all his varied powers to gratify Lord Cairnforth"s friends, and succeeded.
The clock had struck twelve, and still the little party were gathered round the supper-table. Captain Bruce rose.
"I am ashamed to have detained you from your natural rest, Lord Cairnforth. I am but a poor sleeper myself; my cough often disturbs me much. Perhaps, as there is no inn, one of your servants could direct me to some cottage near, where I could get a night"s lodging, and go on my way to-morrow. Any humble place will do; I am accustomed to rough it; besides, it suits my finances: half-pay to a sickly invalid is hard enough--you understand?"
"I do."
"Still, if I could only get health! I have been told that this part of the country is very favorable to people with delicate lungs. Perhaps I might meet with some farm-house lodging?"
"I could not possibly allow that," said Lord Cairnforth, unable, in spite of all Mr. Menteith"s grave warning looks, to shut up his warm heart any longer. "The Castle is your home, Captain Bruce, for as long as you may find it pleasant to remain here."
The invitation, given so unexpectedly and cordially, seemed to surprise, nay, to touch the young man exceedingly.
"Thank you, my cousin. You are very kind to me, which is more than I can say of the world in general. I will thankfully stay with you for a little. It might give me a chance of health."
"I trust so."
Still, to make all clear between host and guest, let me name some end to my visit. This is the first day of July; may I accept your hospitality for a fortnight--say till the 15th?"
"Till whenever you please," replied the earl, courteously and warmly; for he was pleased to find his cousin, even though a Bruce, so very agreeable; glad, too, that he had it in his power to do him a kindness, which, perhaps, had too long been neglected. Besides, Lord Cairnforth had few friends, and youth so longs for companionship. This was actually the first time he had had a chance of forming an intimacy with a young man of his own age, education, and position, and he caught at it with avidity, the more so because Captain Bruce seemed likely to supply all the things which he had not and never could have--knowledge of the world outside; "hair-breadth "scapes" and adventurous experiences, told with a point and cleverness that added to their charm.
Besides, the captain was decidedly "interesting." Young ladies would have thought him so, with his pale face and pensive air, which, seeing that the Byron fever had not yet attacked the youths of Cairnforth, appeared to his simple audience a melancholy quite natural and not a.s.sumed. And his delicacy of health was a fact only too patent. There was a hectic brilliant color on his cheek, and his cough interrupted him continually. His whole appearance implied that, in any case, a long life was scarcely probable, and this alone was enough to soften any tender heart toward him.
"What does Helen think of my new cousin?" whispered Lord Cairnforth, looking up to her with his affectionate eyes, as she bent over his chair to bid him goodnight.
"I like him," was the frank answer. "He is very agreeable, and then he looks so ill."
"Was I right in asking him to stay here?"
"Yes, I think so. He is your nearest relation, and, as the proverb says, "Bluid is thicker than water.""
"Not always."
"But now you will soon be able to judge how you like him, I hope you will be very kind to him."
"Do you, Helen? Then I certainly will."
The earl kept his word. Many weeks went by; the 15th of July was long past, and still Captain Bruce remained a guest at the Castle--quite domesticated, for he soon made himself as much at home as if he had dwelt there all his days. He fluctuated a little between the Castle and the Manse, but soon decided that the latter was "rather a dull house"
--the boys rough--the minister too much of a student--and Miss Cardross "a very good sort of girl, but certainly no beauty," which dictum delivered in an oracular manner, as from one well accustomed to criticize the s.e.x, always amused the earl exceedingly.
To Lord Cairnforth, his new-found cousin devoted himself in the most cousinly way. Tender, respectful, un.o.btrusive, bestowing on him enough, and not too much of his society; never interfering, and yet always at hand with any a.s.sistance required: he was exactly the companion which the earl needed, and liked constantly beside him. For, of course, Malcolm, fond and faithful as he was, was only a servant; a friend, who was also a gentleman, yet who did not seem to feel or dislike the many small cares and attentions which were necessities to Lord Cairnforth, was quite a different thing. It was a touching contrast to see the two together; the active, elegant young man--for, now he was well-dressed, Captain Bruce looked remarkably elegant and gentlemanly, and the little motionless figure, as impa.s.sive and helpless almost as an image carved in stone, but yet who was undoubtedly the Earl of Cairnforth, and sole master of Cairnforth Castle.
Perhaps the wisest bit of the captain"s proceedings was the tact with which he always recognized this fact, and paid his cousin that respect and deference, and that tacit acknowledgment of his rights of manhood and government which could not but be soothing and pleasant to one so afflicted. Or perhaps--let us give the kindest interpretation possible to all things--the earl"s helplessness and loveableness touched a chord long silent, or never stirred before in the heart of the man of the world. Possibly--who can say?--he really began to like him.
At any rate, he seemed as if he did, and Lord Cairnforth gave back to him in double measure all that he bestowed.
As a matter of course, all the captain"s pecuniary needs were at once supplied. His threadbare clothes became mysteriously changed into a wardrobe supplied with every thing that a gentleman could desire, and a rather luxurious gentleman too; which, owing to his Indian habits and his delicate health, the young captain turned out to be. At first he resisted all this kindness; but all remonstrances being soon overcome, he took his luxuries quite naturally, and evidently enjoyed them, though scarcely so much as the earl himself.
To that warm heart, which had never had half enough of its ties whereon to expend itself and its wealth of generosity, it was perfectly delicious to see the sick soldier daily gaining health by riding the Cairnforth horses, shooting over the moors, or fishing in the lochs.
Never had the earl so keenly enjoyed his own wealth, and the blessings it enabled him to lavish abroad; never in his lifetime had he looked so thoroughly contented.
"Helen," he said one day, when she had come up for an hour or two to the Castle, and then as usual, Captain Bruce had taken the opportunity of riding out--he owned he found Miss Cardross"s company and conversation "slow"--"Helen, that young man looks stronger and better every day. What a bright-looking fellow he is! It does one good to see him." And the earl followed with his eyes the graceful steed and equally graceful rider, caracoling in front of the Castle window.
Helen said nothing.
"I think," he continued, "that the next best thing to being happy one"s self is to be able to make other people so. Perhaps that may be the sort of happiness they have in the next world. I often speculate about it, and wonder what sort of creature I shall find myself there. But."
added he, abruptly, "now to business. You will be my secretary this morning instead of Bruce?"
"Willingly;" for, though she too, like Malcolm, had been a little displaced by this charming cousin, there was not an atom of jealousy in her nature. Hers was that pure and unselfish affection which could bear to stand by and see those she loved made happy, even though it was by another than herself.
She fell to work in her old way, and the earl employed as much as he required her ready handwriting, her clear head, and her full acquaintance with every body and every thing in the district; for Helen was a real minister"s daughter--as popular and as necessary in the parish as the minister himself; and she was equally important at the Castle, where she was consulted, as this morning, on every thing Lord Cairnforth was about to do, and on the wisest way of expending--he did not wish to save--the large yearly income which he now seemed really beginning to enjoy.
Helen, too, after a long morning"s work, drew her breath with a sigh of pleasure.
"What a grand thing it is to be as rich as you are!"
"Why so?"
"One can do such a deal of good with plenty of money."