"There are only two persons in this country who know anything of me," replied the prisoner. "One is a plain Liddesdale sheep-farmer, called Dinmont of Charlies-hope; but he knows nothing more of me than what I told him, and what I now tell you."
"Why, this is well enough, Sir Robert!" said Glossin, "I suppose he would bring forward this thick-skulled fellow to give his oath of credulity, Sir Robert, ha, ha, ha!"
"And what is your other witness, friend?" said the Baronet.
"A gentleman whom I have some reluctance to mention, because of certain private reasons; but under whose command I served some time in India, and who is too much a man of honour to refuse his testimony to my character as a soldier and gentleman."
"And who is this doughty witness, pray, sir?" said Sir Robert,--"some half-pay quarter-master or sergeant, I suppose?"
"Colonel Guy Mannering, late of tile--regiment, in which, as I told you, I have a troop."
"Colonel Guy Mannering!" thought Glossin,--"who the devil could have guessed this?"
"Colonel Guy Mannering!" echoed the Baronet, considerably shaken in his opinion,--"My good sir,"--apart to Glossin, "the young man with a dreadfully plebeian name, and a good deal of modest a.s.surance, has nevertheless something of the tone, and manners, and feeling of a gentleman, of one at least who has lived in good society--they do give commissions very loosely, and carelessly, and inaccurately, in India--I think we had better pause till Colonel Mannering shall return; he is now, I believe, at Edinburgh."
"You are in every respect the best judge, Sir Robert," answered Glossin, "in every possible respect. I would only submit to you, that we are certainly hardly ent.i.tled to dismiss this man upon an a.s.sertion which cannot be satisfied by proof, and that we shall incur a heavy responsibility by detaining him in private custody, without committing him to a public jail. Undoubtedly, however, you are the best judge, Sir Robert;--and I would only say, for my own part, that I very lately incurred severe censure by detaining a person in a place which I thought perfectly secure, and under the custody of the proper officers. The man made his escape, and I have no doubt my own character for attention and circ.u.mspection as a magistrate has in some degree suffered--I only hint this--I will join in any step you, Sir Robert, think most advisable." But Mr.
Glossin was well aware that such a hint was of power sufficient to decide the motions of his self-important, but not self-relying colleague. So that Sir Robert Hazlewood summed up the business in the following speech, which proceeded partly upon the supposition of the prisoner being really a gentleman, and partly upon the opposite belief that he was a villain and an a.s.sa.s.sin.
"Sir, Mr. Vanbeest Brown--I would call you Captain Brown if there was the least reason, or cause, or grounds to suppose that you are a captain, or had a troop in the very respectable corps you mention, or indeed in any other corps in his Majesty"s service, as to which circ.u.mstance I beg to be understood to give no positive, settled, or unalterable judgment, declaration, or opinion. I say therefore, sir, Mr. Brown, we have determined, considering the unpleasant predicament in which you now stand, having been robbed, as you say, an a.s.sertion as to which I suspend my opinion, and being possessed of much and valuable treasure, and of a bra.s.s-handled cutla.s.s besides, as to your obtaining which you will favour us with no explanation--I say, sir, we have determined and resolved, and made up our minds, to commit you to jail, or rather to a.s.sign you an apartment therein, in order that you may be forthcoming upon Colonel Mannering"s return from Edinburgh."
"With humble submission, Sir Robert," said Glossin, "may I inquire if it is your purpose to send this young gentleman to the county jail?--for if that were not your settled intention, I would take the liberty to hint, that there would be less hardship in sending him to the Bridewell at Portanferry, where he can be secured without public exposure; a circ.u.mstance which, on the mere chance of his story being really true, is much to be avoided."
"Why, there is a guard of soldiers at Portanferry, to be sure, for protection of the goods in the Custom-house; and upon the whole, considering everything, and that the place is comfortable for such a place, I say all things considered, we will commit this person, I would rather say authorise him to be detained, in the workhouse at Portanferry."
The warrant was made out accordingly, and Bertram was informed he was next morning to be removed to his place of confinement, as Sir Robert had determined he should not be taken there under cloud of night, for fear of rescue. He was, during the interval, to be detained at Hazlewood House.
"It cannot be so hard as my imprisonment by the Looties in India,"
he thought; "nor can it last so long. But the deuce take the old formal dunderhead, and his more sly a.s.sociate, who speaks always under his breath,--they cannot understand a plain man"s story when it is told them."
In the meanwhile Glossin took leave of the Baronet, with a thousand respectful bows and cringing apologies for not accepting his invitation to dinner, and venturing to hope he might be pardoned in paying his respects to him, Lady Hazlewood, and young Mr.
Hazlewood, on some future occasion.
"Certainly, sir," said the Baronet, very graciously. I hope our family was never at any time deficient in civility to our neighbours; and when I ride that way, good Mr. Glossin, I will convince you of this by calling at your house as familiarly as is consistent--that is, as can be hoped or expected."
"And now," said Glossin to himself, "to find Dirk Hatteraick and his people,--to get the guard sent off from the Custom-house,--and then for the grand cast of the dice. Everything must depend upon speed. How lucky that Mannering has betaken himself to Edinburgh!
His knowledge of this young fellow is a most perilous addition to my dangers,"--here he suffered his horse to slacken his pace--"What if I should try to compound with the heir?--It"s likely he might be brought to pay a round sum for rest.i.tution, and I could give up Hatteraick--But no, no, no! there were too many eyes on me, Hatteraick himself, and the gipsy sailor, and that old hag--No, no!
I must stick to my original plan. "And with that he struck his spurs against his horse"s flanks, and rode forward at a hard trot to put his machines in motion.
CHAPTER XLIV.
A prison is a house of care, A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive.
Sometimes a place of right, Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among. Inscription on Edinburgh Tollbooth.
Early on the following morning, the carriage which had brought Bertram to Hazlewood House, was, with his two silent and surly attendants, appointed to convey him to his place of confinement at Portanferry. This building adjoined to the Custom-house established at that little seaport, and both were situated so close to the sea-beach that it was necessary to defend the back part with a large and strong rampart or bulwark of huge stones, disposed in a slope towards the surf, which often reached and broke upon them.
The front was surrounded by a high wall, enclosing a small courtyard, within which the miserable inmates of the mansion were occasionally permitted to take exercise and air. The prison was used as a House of Correction, and sometimes as a chapel of case to the county jail, which was old, and far from being conveniently situated with reference to the Kippletringan district of the county. Mac-Guffog, the officer by whom Bertram had at first been apprehended, and who was now in attendance upon him, was keeper of this palace of little-ease. He caused the carriage to be drawn close up to the outer gate, and got out himself to summon the warders. The noise of his rap alarmed some twenty or thirty ragged boys, who left off sailing their mimic sloops and frigates in the little pools of salt water left by the receding tide, and hastily crowded round the vehicle to see what luckless being was to be delivered to the prison-house out of "Glossin"s braw new carriage." The door of the courtyard, after the heavy clanking of many chains and bars, was opened by Mrs. MacGuffog, an awful spectacle, being a woman for strength and resolution capable of maintaining order among her riotous inmates, and of administering the discipline of the house, as it was called, during the absence of her husband, or when he chanced to have taken an overdose of the creature. The growling voice of this Amazon, which rivalled in harshness the crashing music of her own bolts and bars, soon dispersed in every direction the little varlets who had thronged around her threshold, and she next addressed her amiable helpmate:--
"Be sharp, man, and get out the swell, canst thou not?"
"Hold your tongue and be d-d, you--," answered her loving husband, with two additional epithets of great energy, but which we beg to be excused from repeating. Then, addressing Bertram:
"Come, will you get out, my handy lad, or must we lend you a lift?"
Bertram came out of the carriage, and, collared by the constable as he put his foot on the ground, was dragged, though he offered no resistance, across the threshold, amid the continued shouts of the little sans-culottes, who looked on at such distance as their fear of Mrs. Mac-Guffog permitted. The instant his foot had crossed the fatal porch, the portress again dropped her chains, drew her bolts, and turning with both hands an immense key, took it from the lock, and thrust it into a huge side-pocket of red cloth.
Bertram was now in the small court already mentioned. Two or three prisoners were sauntering along the pavement, and deriving as it were a feeling of refreshment from the monetary glimpse with which the opening door had extended their prospect to the other side of a dirty street. Nor can this he thought surprising, when it is considered, that, unless on such occasions, their view was confined to the grated front of their prison, the high and sable walls of the courtyard, the heaven above them, and the pavement beneath their feet; a sameness of landscape, which, to use the poet"s expression, "lay like a load on the wearied eye," and had fostered in some a callous and dull misanthropy, in others that sickness of the heart which induces him who is immured already in a living grave, to wish for a sepulchre yet more calm and sequestered.
Mac-Guffog, when they entered the courtyard, suffered Bertram to pause for a minute, and look upon his companions in affliction.
When he had cast his eye around, on faces on which guilt, and despondence, and low excess, had fixed their stigma; upon the spendthrift, and the swindler, and the thief, the bankrupt debtor, the "moping idiot, and the madman gay," whom a paltry spirit of economy congregated to share this dismal habitation, he felt his heart recoil with inexpressible loathing from enduring the contamination of their society even for a moment.
"I hope, sir," he said to the keeper "you intend to a.s.sign me a place of confinement apart?
"And what should I be the better of that?"
"Why, sir I can but be detained here a day or two, and it would be very disagreeable to me to mix in the sort of company this place affords."
"And what do I care for that?"
"Why, then, sir, to speak to your feelings," said Bertram, "I shall be willing to make you a handsome compliment for this indulgence."
"Ay, but when, Captain? when and how? that"s the question, or rather, the twa questions," said the jailor.
"When I am delivered, and get my remittances from England,"
answered the prisoner.
Mac-Guffog shook his head incredulously. "Why, friend, you do not pretend to believe that I am really a malefactor?" said Bertram.
"Why, I no ken," said the fellow; "but if you are on the account, ye"re nae sharp ane, that"s the daylight o"t."
"And why do you say I am no sharp one?"
"Why, wha but a crack-brained greenhorn wad hae let them keep up the siller that ye left at the Gordon Arms?" said the constable.
"Deil fetch me, but I wad have held it out o" their wames [*Bellies ] Ye had nae right to be strippit o" your money and sent to jail without a mark to pay your fees--; they might have keepit the rest o" the articles for evidence. But why, for a blind bottle-head, did not ye ask the guineas? and I kept winking and nodding a" the time, and the donnert [*Stupid] deevil wad never ance look my way!"
"Well, sir," replied Bertram, "if I have a t.i.tle to have that property delivered up to me, I shall apply for it; and there is a good deal more than enough to pay any demand you can set up."
"I dinna ken a bit about that," said Mac-Guffog; "ye may be here lang eneugh. And then the giving credit maun be considered in the fees. But, however, as ye do seem to be a chap by common, though my wife says I lose by my good-nature, if ye gie me an order for my fees upon that money--I dare say Glossin will make it forthcoming--l ken something about an escape from Ellangowan--ay, ay, he"ll be glad to carry me through, and be neighbour-like."
"Well, sir," replied Bertram," if I am not furnished in a day or two otherwise, you shall have such--an order."
"Weel, weel, then ye shall be put up like a prince," said Mac-Guffog. "But mark ye me, friend, that we may have nae colly-shangie [*Quarrel] afterhend, these are the fees I always charge a swell that must have his libken to himsell--Thirty shillings a week for lodgings, and a guinea for garnish; half-a-guinea a week for a single bed,--and I dinna get the whole of it, for I must gie half-a-crown out of it to Donald Laider that"s in for sheep-stealing, that should sleep with you by rule, and he"ll expect clean strae, and maybe some whisky beside. So I make little upon that."
"Well, sir, go on."
"Then for meat and liquor, ye may have the best, and I never charge abune twenty per cent. ower tavern price for pleasing a gentleman that way--and that"s little eneugh for sending in and sending out, and wearing the la.s.sie"s shoon out. And then if ye"re dowie, I will sit wi" you a gliff [*Twinkling] in the evening mysell, man, and help ye out wi" your bottle.--I have drunk mony a gla.s.s wi"
Glossin, man, that did you up, though he"s a justice now. And then I"se warrant ye"ll be for fire thir cauld nights, or if ye want candle, that"s an expensive article, for it"s against the rules.
And now I"ve tell"d ye the head articles of the charge, and I dinna think there"s muckle mair, though there will aye be some odd expenses ower and abune."