Christie Johnstone

Chapter 39

_Lady Barb._ "Oh, Richard!"

_Ancient Mariner._ "And that reel the old wench gave under our feet, north the pier-head. I wouldn"t have given a washing-tub for her at that moment."

_Ipsden._ "Past danger becomes pleasure, sir. _Olim et hoec meminisse_--I beg your pardon, sir."

_Ancient Mariner (taking off his hat with feeling)._ "G.o.d bless ye, sir, and send ye many happy days, and well spent, with the pretty lady I see alongside; asking your pardon, miss, for parting pleasanter company--so I"ll sheer off."

And away went the skipper of the _Tisbe,_ rolling fearfully. In the heat of this reminiscence, the skipper of the yacht (they are all alike, blue water once fairly tasted) had lost sight of Lady Barbara; he now looked round. Imagine his surprise!

Her ladyship was in tears.

"Dear Barbara," said Lord Ipsden, "do not distress yourself on my account."

"It is not your fe-feelings I care about; at least, I h-h-hope not; but I have been so unjust, and I prided myself so on my j-ju-justice."

"Never mind!"

"Oh! if you don"t, I don"t. I hate myself, so it is no wonder you h-hate me."

"I love you more than ever."

"Then you are a good soul! Of course you know I always--_I_--esteemed you, Richard."

"No! I had an idea you despised me!"

"How silly you are! Can"t you see? When I thought you were not perfection, which you are now, it vexed me to death; you never saw me affront any one but you?"

"No, I never did! What does that prove?"

"That depends upon the wit of him that reasons thereon." (Coming to herself.)

"I love you, Barbara! Will you honor me with your hand?"

"No! I am not so base, so selfish. You are worth a hundred of me, and here have I been treating you _de haut en bas._ Dear Richard, poor Richard. Oh! oh! oh!" (A perfect flood of tears.)

"Barbara! I regret nothing; this moment pays for all."

"Well, then, I will! since you keep pressing me. There, let me go; I must be alone; I must tell the sea how unjust I was, and how happy I am, and when you see me again you shall see the better side of your cousin Barbara."

She was peremptory. "She had her folly and his merits to think over,"

she said; but she promised to pa.s.s through Newhaven, and he should put her into her pony-phaeton, which would meet her there.

Lady Barbara was only a fool by the excess of her wit over her experience; and Lord Ipsden"s love was not misplaced, for she had a great heart which she hid from little people. I forgive her!

The resolutions she formed in company with the sea, having dismissed Ipsden, and ordered her flunky into the horizon, will probably give our viscount just half a century of conjugal bliss.

As he was going she stopped him and said: "Your friend had browner hands than I have hitherto conceived possible. _To tell the truth,_ I took them for the claws of a mahogany table when he grappled you--is that the term? _C"est e"gal_--I like him--"

She stopped him again. "Ipsden, in the midst of all this that poor man"s ship is broken. I feel it is! You will buy him another, if you really love me--for I like him."

And so these lovers parted for a time; and Lord Ipsden with a bounding heart returned to Newhaven. He went to entertain his late _vis-"a-vis_ at the "Peac.o.c.k."

Meantime a shorter and less pleasant _rencontre_ had taken place between Leith and that village.

Gatty felt he should meet his lost sweetheart; and sure enough, at a turn of the road Christie and Jean came suddenly upon him.

Jean nodded, but Christie took no notice of him; they pa.s.sed him; he turned and followed them, and said, "Christie!"

"What is your will wi" me?" said she, coldly.

"I--I--How pale you are!"

"I am no very weel."

"She has been watching over muckle wi" Flucker," said Jean.

Christie thanked her with a look.

"I hope it is not--not--"

"Nae fears, lad," said she, briskly; "I dinna think that muckle o" ye."

"And I think of nothing but you," said he.

A deep flush crimsoned the young woman"s brow, but she restrained herself, and said icily: "Thaat"s very gude o" ye, I"m sure."

Gatty felt all the contempt her manners and words expressed. He bit his lips. The tear started to his eye. "You will forget me," said he. "I do not deserve to be remembered, but I shall never forget you. I leave for England. I leave Newhaven forever, where I have been so happy. I am going at three o"clock by the steamboat. Won"t you bid me good-by?" He approached her timidly.

"Ay! that wull do," cried she; "Gude be wi" ye, lad; I wish ye nae ill."

She gave a commanding gesture of dismissal; he turned away, and went sadly from her. She watched every motion when his back was turned.

"That is you, Christie," said Jean; "use the lads like dirt, an" they think a" the mair o" ye."

"Oh, Jean, my hairt"s broken. I"m just deeing for him."

"Let me speak till him then," said Jean; "I"ll sune bring him till his marrow-banes;" and she took a hasty step to follow him.

Christie held her fast. "I"d dee ere I"d give in till them. Oh, Jean!

I"m a la.s.sie clean flung awa; he has neither hairt nor s.p.u.n.k ava, yon lad!"

Jean began to make excuses for him. Christie inveighed against him. Jean spoke up for him with more earnestness.

Now observe, Jean despised the poor boy.

Christie adored him.

So Jean spoke for him, because women of every degree are often one solid ma.s.s of tact; and Christie abused him, because she wanted to hear him defended.

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