"Well, sir," replied Mannering, "it is of Miss Lucy I meant to speak--you have, I presume, no recollection of me?"
Sampson, always sufficiently absent in mind, neither remembered the astrologer of past years, nor even the stranger who had taken his patron"s part against Glossin, so much had his friend"s sudden death embroiled his ideas.
"Well, that does not signify," pursued the Colonel; "I am an old acquaintance of the late Mr. Bertram, able and willing to a.s.sist his daughter in her present circ.u.mstances. Besides, I have thoughts of making this purchase, and I should wish things kept in order about the place; will you have the goodness to apply this small sum in the usual family expenses?"--He put into the Dominie"s hand a purse containing some gold.
"Pro-di-gi-ous!" exclaimed Dominie Sampson. "But if your honour would tarry--"
"Impossible, sir--impossible," said Mannering, making his escape from him.
"Pro-di-gi-ous!" again exclaimed Sampson, following to the head of the, stairs, still holding out the purse. "But as touching this coined money--" Mannering escaped downstairs as fast as possible.
"Pro-di-gi-ous!" exclaimed Dominie Sampson, yet the third time, now standing at the front door. "But as touching this specie--"
But Mannering was now on horseback, and out of hearing. The Dominie, who had never, either in his own right, or as trustee for another, been possessed of a quarter part of this sum, though it was not above twenty guineas, "took counsel," as he expressed himself, "how he should demean himself with respect unto the fine gold thus left in his charge." Fortunately he found a disinterested adviser in Mac-Morlan, who pointed out the most proper means of disposing of it for contributing to Miss Bertram"s convenience, being no doubt the purpose to which it was destined by the bestower.
Many of the neighbouring gentry were now sincerely eager in pressing offers of hospitality and kindness upon Miss Bertram. But she felt a natural reluctance to enter any family, for the first time, as an object rather of benevolence than hospitality, and determined to wait the opinion and advice of her father"s nearest female relation, Mrs. Margaret Bertram of Singleside, an old unmarried lady, to whom she wrote an account of her present distressful Situation.
The funeral of the late Mr. Bertram was performed with decent privacy, and the unfortunate young lady was now to consider herself as but the temporary tenant of the house in which she had been born, and where her patience and soothing attentions had so long "rocked the cradle of declining age." Her communication with Mr.
Mac-Morlan encouraged her to hope that she would not be suddenly or unkindly deprived of this asylum; but fortune had ordered otherwise.
For two days before the appointed day for the sale of the lands and estate of Ellangowan, Mac-Morlan daily expected the appearance of Colonel Mannering, or at least a letter containing powers to act for him. But none such arrived. Mr. Mac-Morlan waked early in the morning,--walked over to the Post-office,--there were no letters for him. He endeavoured to persuade himself that he should see Colonel Mannering to breakfast, and ordered his wife to place her best china, and prepare herself accordingly. But the preparations were in vain. "Could I have foreseen this," he said, "I would have travelled Scotland over, but I would have found some one to bid against Glossin."--Alas! such reflections were all too late.
The appointed hour arrived; and the parties met in the Masons"
Lodge at Kippletringan, being the place fixed for the adjourned sale. Mac-Morlan spent as much time in preliminaries as decency would permit, and read over the articles of sale as slowly as if he--had been reading his own death-warrant. He turned his eye every time the door of the room opened, with hopes which grew fainter and fainter. He listened to every noise in the street of the village, and endeavoured to distinguish in it the sound of hoofs or wheels. It was all in vain. A bright idea then occurred, that Colonel Mannering might have employed some other person in the transaction--he would not have wasted a moment"s thought upon the want of confidence in himself, which such a manoeuvre would have evinced. But this hope also was groundless. After a solemn pause, Mr. Glossin offered the upset price for the lands and barony of Ellangowan. No reply was made, and no compet.i.tor appeared; so, after a lapse of the usual interval by the running of a sand-gla.s.s, upon the intended purchaser entering the proper sureties, Mr.
Mac-Morlan was obliged, in technical terms, to "find and declare the sale lawfully completed, and to prefer the said Gilbert Glossin as the purchaser of the said lands and estate." The honest writer refused to partake of a splendid entertainment with which Gilbert Glossin, Esquire, now of Ellangowan, treated the rest of the company, and returned home in huge bitterness of spirit, which he vented in complaints against the fickleness and caprice of these Indian nabobs, who never knew what they would be at for ten days together. Fortune generously determined to take the blame upon herself, and cut off even this vent of Mac-Morlan"s resentment.
An express arrived about six o"clock at night, "very particularly drunk," the maidservant said, with a packet from Colonel Mannering, dated four days back, at a town about a hundred miles" distance from Kippletringan, containing full powers to Mr. Mac-Morlan, or any one whom he might employ, to make the intended purchase, and stating, that some family business of consequence called the Colonel himself to Westmoreland, where a letter would find him, addressed to the care of Arthur Mervyn, Esq., of Mervyn Hall.
Mac-Morlan, in the transports of his wrath, flung the power of attorney at the head of the innocent maid-servant, and was only forcibly withheld from horsewhipping the rascally messenger, by whose sloth and drunkenness the disappointment had taken place.
CHAPTER XV.
My gold is gone, my money is spent, My land now take it unto thee. Give me thy gold, good John o" Scales, And thine for aye my land shall be. Then John he did him to record draw, And John he caste him a G.o.ds-pennie; But for every pounde that John agreed, The land, I wis, was well worth three.
Heir of Linne.
The Galwegian John o" the Scales was a more clever fellow than his prototype. He contrived to make himself heir of Lione without the disagreeable ceremony of "telling down the good red gold." Miss Bertram no sooner heard this painful, and of late unexpected intelligence, than she proceeded in the preparations she had already made for leaving the mansion-house immediately. Mr.
Mac-Morlan a.s.sisted her in these arrangements, and pressed upon her so kindly the hospitality and protection of his roof, until she should receive an answer from her cousin" or be enabled to adopt some settled plan of life, that she felt there would be unkindness in refusing an invitation urged with such earnestness. Mrs.
Mac-Morlan was a lady-like person, and well qualified by birth and manners to receive the visit, and to make her house agreeable to Miss Bertram. A home, therefore, and an hospitable reception, were secured to her, and she went on, with better heart, to pay the wages and receive the adieus of the few domestics of her father"s family.
Where there are estimable qualities or, either side, this task is always affecting--the present circ.u.mstances rendered it doubly so.
All received their due, and even a trifle more, and with thanks and good wishes, to which some added tears, took farewell of their young mistress. There remained in the parlour only Mr. Mac-Morlan, who came to attend his guest to his house, Dominie Sampson, and Miss Bertram. "And now," said the poor girl, "I must bid farewell to one of my oldest and kindest friends.--G.o.d bless you, Mr.
Sampson, and requite to you all the kindness of your instructions to your poor pupil, and your friendship to him that is gone--I hope I shall often hear from you." She slid into his hand a paper containing some pieces of gold, and rose, as if to leave the room.
Dominie Sampson also rose; but it was to stand aghast with utter astonishment. The idea of parting from Miss Lucy, go where she might, had never once occurred to the simplicity of his understanding.--He laid the money on the table. "It is certainly inadequate," said Mac-Morlan, mistaking his meaning, "but the circ.u.mstances--"
Mr. Sampson waved his hand impatiently.--"It is not the lucre--it is not the lucre--but that I, that have ate of her father"s loaf, and drank of his cup, for twenty years and more--to think that I am going to leave her--and to leave her in distress and dolour--No, Miss Lucy, you need never think it! You would not consent to put forth your father"s poor dog, and would you use me waur than a messan? No, Miss Lucy Bertram, while I live I will not separate from you. I"ll be no burden--I have thought how to prevent that.
But, as Ruth said unto Naomi, "Entreat me not to leave thee, nor to depart from thee; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou dwellest I will dwell; thy people shall be my people, and thy G.o.d shall be my G.o.d. Where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death do part thee and me." "
During this speech, the longest ever Dominie Sampson was known to utter, the affectionate creature"s eyes streamed with tears, and neither Lucy nor Mac-Morlan could refrain from sympathising with this unexpected burst of feeling and attachment. "Mr. Sampson,"
said Mac-Morlan, after having had recourse to his snuff-box and handkerchief alternately, "my house is large enough, and if you will accept of a bed there, while Miss Bertram honours us with her residence, I shall think myself very happy, and my roof much favoured by receiving a man of your worth and fidelity." And then, with a delicacy which was meant to remove any objection on Miss Bertram"s part to bringing with her this unexpected satellite, he added, "My business requires my frequently having occasion for a better accountant than any of my present clerks, and I should be glad to have recourse to your a.s.sistance in that way now and then."
"Of a surety, of a surety," said Sampson eagerly; "I understand book-keeping by double entry and the Italian method."
Our postilion had thrust himself into the room to announce his chaise and horses; he tarried, un.o.bserved, during this extraordinary scene, and a.s.sured Mrs. Mac-Candlish it was the most moving thing he ever saw; "the death of the gray mare, puir hizzie, was naething till"t." This trifling circ.u.mstance afterwards had consequences of greater moment to the Dominie.
The visitors were hospitably welcomed by Mrs. Mac-Morlan, to whom, as well as to others, her Husband intimated that he had engaged .
Dominie Sampson"s a.s.sistance to disentangle some perplexed accounts; during which occupation he would, for convenience" sake, reside with the family. Mr. MacMorlan"s knowledge of the world induced him to put this colour upon the matter, aware, that however honourable the fidelity of the Dominie"s attachment might be, both to his own heart and to the family of Ellangowan, his exterior ill qualified him to be a "squire of dames," and rendered him, upon the whole, rather a ridiculous appendage to a beautiful young woman of seventeen.
Dominie Sampson achieved with great zeal such tasks as Mr.
Mac-Morlan chose to intrust him with; but it was speedily observed that at a certain hour after breakfast he regularly disappeared, and returned again about dinner-time. The evening he occupied in the labour of the office. On Sat.u.r.day, he appeared before Mac-Morlan with a look of great triumph, and laid on the table two pieces of gold. "What is this for, Dominie?" said Mac-Morlan.
"First to indemnify you of your charges in my behalf, worthy sir--and the balance for the use of Miss Lucy Bertram."
"But, Mr. Sampson, your labour in the office much more than recompenses me--I am your debtor, my good friend."
"Then be it all," said the Dominie, waving his hand, "for Miss Lucy Bertram"s behoof."
"Well, but, Dominie, this money--"
"It is honestly come by, Mr. Mac-Morlan; it is the bountiful reward of a young gentleman, to whom I am teaching the tongues; reading with him three hours daily--"
A few more questions extracted from the Dominie that this liberal pupil was young Hazlewood, and that he met his preceptor daily at the house of Mrs. Mac-Candlish, whose proclamation of Sampson"s disinterested attachment to the young lady had procured him this indefatigable and bounteous scholar.
Mac-Morlan was much struck with what he heard.
Dominie Sampson was doubtless a very good scholar, and an excellent man, and the cla.s.sics were unquestionably very well worth reading; yet that a young man of twenty should ride seven miles and back again each day in the week, to hold this sort of tete-a-tete of three hours, was a zeal for literature to which he was not prepared to give entire credit. Little art was necessary to sift the Dominie, for the honest man"s head never admitted any but the most direct and simple ideas. "Does Miss Bertram know how your time is engaged, my good friend?"
"Surely not as yet--Mr. Charles recommended it should be concealed from her, lest she should scruple to accept of the small a.s.sistance arising from it; but," he added, "it would not be possible to conceal it long, since Mr. Charles proposed taking his lessons occasionally in this house."
"Oh, he does!" said Mac-Morlan Yes, yes, I can understand that better.--And pray, Mr. Sampson, are these three hours entirely spent in construing and translating?"
"Doubtless, no--we have also colloquial intercourse to sweeten study--neque semper arc.u.m tendit Apollo."
The querist proceeded to elicit from this Galloway Phoebus what their discourse chiefly turned upon.
"Upon our past meetings at Ellangowan--and, truly, I think very often we discourse concerning Miss Lucy--for Mr. Charles Hazlewood, in that particular, resembleth me, Mr. Mac-Morlan. When I begin to speak of her I never know when to stop--and, as I say (jocularly), she cheats us out of half our lessons."
"Oh ho!" thought Mr. Mac-Morlan, "sits the wind in that quarter?
I"ve heard something like this before."
He then began to consider what conduct was safest for his protege, and even for himself; for the senior Mr. Hazlewood was powerful, wealthy, ambitious, and vindictive, and looked for both fortune and t.i.tle in any connection which his son might form. At length, having the highest opinion of his guest"s good sense and penetration, he determined to take an opportunity, when they should happen to be alone, to communicate the matter to her as a simple piece of intelligence. He did so in as natural a manner as he could;--"I wish you joy of your friend Mr. Sampson"s good fortune, Miss Bertram; he has got a pupil who pays him two guineas for twelve lessons of Greek and Latin."
"Indeed!--I am equally happy and surprised--who can be so liberal?--is Colonel Mannering returned?"
"No, no, not Colonel Mannering; but what do you think of your acquaintance, Mr. Charles Hazlewood?--He talks of taking his lessons here--I wish we may have accommodation for him."
Lucy blushed deeply. "For Heaven"s sake, no, Mr. Mac-Morlan--do not let that be--Charles Hazlewood has had enough of mischief about that already."