"That"s not the place, sir!" said the boy. "It is there."
"I must know something of what goes before it first," returned Donal.
"Oh, yes, sir; I see!" he answered, and stood silent.
He was a fair-haired boy, with ruddy cheeks and a healthy look--sweet-tempered evidently.
Donal presently saw both what the sentence meant and the cause of his difficulty. He explained the thing to him.
"Thank you! thank you! Now I shall get on!" he cried, and ran up the hill.
"You seem to understand boys!" said the brother.
"I have always had a sort of ambition to understand ignorance."
"Understand ignorance?"
"You know what queer shapes the shadows of the plainest things take: I never seem to understand any thing till I understand its shadow."
The youth glanced keenly at Donal.
"I wish I had had a tutor like you!" he said.
"Why?" asked Donal.
"I should done better.--Where do you live?"
Donal told him he was lodging with Andrew Comin, the cobbler. A silence followed.
"Good morning!" said the youth.
"Good morning, sir!" returned Donal, and went away.
CHAPTER IX.
THE MORVEN ARMS.
On Wednesday evening Donal went to The Morven Arms to inquire for the third time if his box was come. The landlord said, if a great heavy tool-chest was the thing he expected, it had come.
"Donal Grant wad be the name upo" "t," said Donal.
""Deed, I didna luik," said the landlord. "Its i" the back yard."
As Donal went through the house to the yard, he pa.s.sed the door of a room where some of the townsfolk sat, and heard the earl mentioned.
He had not asked Andrew anything about the young man he had spoken with; for he understood that his host held himself not at liberty to talk about the family in which his granddaughter was a servant. But what was said in public he surely might hear! He requested the landlord to let him have a bottle of ale, and went into the room and sat down.
It was a decent parlour with a sanded floor. Those a.s.sembled were a mixed company from town and country, having a tumbler of whisky-toddy together after the market. One of them was a stranger who had been receiving from the others various pieces of information concerning the town and its neighbourhood.
"I min" the auld man weel," a wrinkled gray-haired man was saying as Donal entered, "--a varra different man frae this present. He wud sit doon as ready as no--that wud he--wi" ony puir body like mysel", an"
gie him his cracks, an" hear his news, an" drink his glaiss, an" mak naething o" "t. But this man, haith! wha ever saw him cheenge word wi"
brither man?"
"I never h"ard hoo he came to the teetle: they say he was but some far awa" cousin!" remarked a farmer-looking man, florid and stout.
"Hoots! he was ain brither to the last yerl, wi" richt to the teetle, though nane to the property. That he"s but takin" care o" till his niece come o" age. He was a heap aboot the place afore his brither dee"d, an" they war freen"s as weel "s brithers. They say "at the lady Arctoora--h"ard ye ever sic a hathenish name for a la.s.s!--is b"un" to merry the yoong lord. There "s a sicht o" clapper-clash aboot the place, an" the fowk, an" their strange w"ys. They tell me nane can be said to ken the yerl but his ain man. For mysel" I never cam i" their c.o.o.nsel--no" even to the buyin" or sellin" o" a lamb."
"Weel," said a fair-haired, pale-faced man, "we ken frae scriptur "at the sins o" the fathers is veesit.i.t upo" the children to the third an"
fourth generation--an" wha can tell?"
"Wha can tell," rejoined another, who had a judicial look about him, in spite of an unshaven beard, and a certain general disregard to appearances, "wha can tell but the sins o" oor faithers may be lyin"
upo" some o" oorsel"s at this varra moment?"
"In oor case, I canna see the thing wad be fair," said a fifth: "we dinna even ken what they did!"
"We"re no to interfere wi" the wull o" the Almichty," rejoined the former. "It gangs its ain gait, an" mortal canna tell what that gait is. His justice winna be contert."
Donal felt that to be silent now would be to decline witnessing. He feared argument, lest he should fail and wrong the right, but he must not therefore hang back. He drew his chair towards the table.
"Wad ye lat a stranger put in a word, freen"s?" he said.
"Ow ay, an" welcome! We setna up for the men o" Gotham."
"Weel, I wad spier a question gien I may."
"Speir awa". Answer I winna insure," said the man unshaven.
"Weel, wad ye please tell me what ye ca" the justice o" G.o.d?"
"Onybody could tell ye that: it consists i" the punishment o" sin. He gies ilka sinner what his sin deserves."
"That seems to me an unco ae-sidit definition o" justice."
"Weel, what wad ye mak o" "t?"
"I wad say justice means fair play; an" the justice o" G.o.d lies i"
this, "at he gies ilka man, beast, an" deevil, fair play."
"I"m doobtfu" aboot that!" said a drover-looking fellow. "We maun gang by the word; an" the word says he veesits the ineequities o" the fathers upo" the children to the third an" fourth generation: I never could see the fair play o" that!"
"Dinna ye meddle wi" things, John, "at ye dinna un"erstan"; ye may wauk i" the wrang box!" said the old man.
"I want to un"erstan"," returned John. "I"m no sayin" he disna du richt; I"m only sayin" I canna see the fair play o" "t."
"It may weel be richt an" you no see "t!"