"I know-that is, I think-I believe I can recover it. In such cases custodiers have sometimes made a charge."
"We won"t differ as to that, sir," said the Colonel, taking out his pocket-book.
"But, my dear sir, you take me so very short. I said SOME PERSONS MIGHT make such a claim, I mean for payment of the expenses of the deed, trouble in the affair, etc. But I, for my own part, only wish Miss Bertram and her friends to be satisfied that I am acting towards her with honour. There"s the paper, sir! It would have been a satisfaction to me to have delivered it into Miss Bertram"s own hands, and to have wished her joy of the prospects which it opens. But, since her prejudices on the subject are invincible, it only remains for me to transmit her my best wishes through you, Colonel Mannering, and to express that I shall willingly give my testimony in support of that deed when I shall be called upon. I have the honour to wish you a good morning, sir."
This parting speech was so well got up, and had so much the tone of conscious integrity unjustly suspected, that even Colonel Mannering was staggered in his bad opinion. He followed him two or three steps, and took leave of him with more politeness (though still cold and formal) than he had paid during his visit. Glossin left the house half pleased with the impression he had made, half mortified by the stern caution and proud reluctance with which he had been received. "Colonel Mannering might have had more politeness," he said to himself. "It is not every man that can bring a good chance of 400 Pounds a year to a penniless girl. Singleside must be up to 400 Pounds a year now; there"s Reilageganbeg, Gillifidget, Loverless, Liealone, and the Spinster"s Knowe-good 400 Pounds a year. Some people might have made their own of it in my place; and yet, to own the truth, after much consideration, I don"t see how that is possible."
Glossin was no sooner mounted and gone than the Colonel despatched a groom for Mr. Mac-Morlan, and, putting the deed into his hand, requested to know if it was likely to be available to his friend Lucy Bertram. Mac-Morlan perused it with eyes that sparkled with delight, snapped his fingers repeatedly, and at length exclaimed, "Available! it"s as tight as a glove; naebody could make better wark than Glossin, when he didna let down a steek on purpose. But (his countenance falling) the auld b--, that I should say so, might alter at pleasure!"
"Ah! And how shall we know whether she has done so?"
"Somebody must attend on Miss Bertram"s part when the repositories of the deceased are opened."
"Can you go?" said the Colonel.
"I fear I cannot," replied Mac-Morlan; "I must attend a jury trial before our court."
"Then I will go myself," said the Colonel; "I"ll set out to- morrow. Sampson shall go with me; he is witness to this settlement. But I shall want a legal adviser."
"The gentleman that was lately sheriff of this county is high in reputation as a barrister; I will give you a card of introduction to him."
"What I like about you, Mr. Mac-Morlan," said the Colonel, "is that you always come straight to the point. Let me have it instantly. Shall we tell Miss Lucy her chance of becoming an heiress?"
"Surely, because you must have some powers from her, which I will instantly draw out. Besides, I will be caution for her prudence, and that she will consider it only in the light of a chance."
Mac-Morlan judged well. It could not be discerned from Miss Bertram"s manner that she founded exulting hopes upon the prospect thus unexpectedly opening before her. She did, indeed, in the course of the evening ask Mr. Mac-Morlan, as if by accident, what might be the annual income of the Hazlewood property; but shall we therefore aver for certain that she was considering whether an heiress of four hundred a year might be a suitable match for the young Laird?
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red. For I must speak in pa.s.sion, and I will do it in King Cambyses" vein.
-Henry IV, part I.
Mannering, with Sampson for his companion, lost no time in his journey to Edinburgh. They travelled in the Colonel"s post- chariot, who, knowing his companion"s habits of abstraction, did not choose to lose him out of his own sight, far less to trust him on horseback, where, in all probability, a knavish stable-boy might with little address have contrived to mount him with his face to the tail. Accordingly, with the aid of his valet, who attended on horseback, he contrived to bring Mr. Sampson safe to an inn in Edinburgh-for hotels in those days there were none- without any other accident than arose from his straying twice upon the road. On one occasion he was recovered by Barnes, who understood his humour, when, after engaging in close colloquy with the schoolmaster of Moffat respecting a disputed quant.i.ty in Horace"s 7th Ode, Book II, the dispute led on to another controversy concerning the exact meaning of the word malobathro in that lyric effusion. His second escapade was made for the purpose of visiting the field of Rullion Green, which was dear to his Presbyterian predilections. Having got out of the carriage for an instant, he saw the sepulchral monument of the slain at the distance of about a mile, and was arrested by Barnes in his progress up the Pentland Hills, having on both occasions forgot his friend, patron, and fellow-traveller as completely as if he had been in the East Indies. On being reminded that Colonel Mannering was waiting for him, he uttered his usual e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of "Prodigious! I was oblivious," and then strode back to his post. Barnes was surprised at his master"s patience on both occasions, knowing by experience how little he brooked neglect or delay; but the Dominie was in every respect a privileged person. His patron and he were never for a moment in each other"s way, and it seemed obvious that they were formed to be companions through life. If Mannering wanted a particular book, the Dominie could bring it; if he wished to have accounts summed up or checked, his a.s.sistance was equally ready; if he desired to recall a particular pa.s.sage in the cla.s.sics, he could have recourse to the Dominie as to a dictionary; and all the while this walking statue was neither presuming when noticed nor sulky when left to himself. To a proud, shy, reserved man, and such in many respects was Mannering, this sort of living catalogue and animated automaton had all the advantages of a literary dumb-waiter.
As soon as they arrived in Edinburgh, and were established at the George Inn, near Bristo Port, then kept by old c.o.c.kburn (I love to be particular), the Colonel desired the waiter to procure him a guide to Mr. Pleydell"s, the advocate, for whom he had a letter of introduction from Mr. Mac-Morlan. He then commanded Barnes to have an eye to the Dominie, and walked forth with a chairman, who was to usher him to the man of law.
The period was near the end of the American war. The desire of room, of air, and of decent accommodation had not as yet made very much progress in the capital of Scotland. Some efforts had been made on the south side of the town towards building houses WITHIN THEMSELVES, as they are emphatically termed; and the New Town on the north, since so much extended, was then just commenced. But the great bulk of the better cla.s.ses, and particularly those connected with the law, still lived in flats or dungeons of the Old Town. The manners also of some of the veterans of the law had not admitted innovation. One or two eminent lawyers still saw their clients in taverns, as was the general custom fifty years before; and although their habits were already considered as old- fashioned by the younger barristers, yet the custom of mixing wine and revelry with serious business was still maintained by those senior counsellors who loved the old road, either because it was such or because they had got too well used to it to travel any other. Among those praisers of the past time, who with ostentatious obstinacy affected the manners of a former generation, was this same Paulus Pleydell, Esq., otherwise a good scholar, an excellent lawyer, and a worthy man.
Under the guidance of his trusty attendant, Colonel Mannering, after threading a dark lane or two, reached the High Street, then clanging with the voices of oyster-women and the bells of pye-men; for it had, as his guide a.s.sured him, just" chappit eight upon the Tron." It was long since Mannering had been in the street of a crowded metropolis, which, with its noise and clamour, its sounds of trade, of revelry, and of license, its variety of lights, and the eternally changing bustle of its hundred groups, offers, by night especially, a spectacle which, though composed of the most vulgar materials when they are separately considered, has, when they are combined, a striking and powerful effect on the imagination. The extraordinary height of the houses was marked by lights, which, glimmering irregularly along their front, ascended so high among the attics that they seemed at length to twinkle in the middle sky. This coup d"aeil, which still subsists in a certain degree, was then more imposing, owing to the uninterrupted range of buildings on each side, which, broken only at the s.p.a.ce where the North Bridge joins the main street, formed a superb and uniform place, extending from the front of the Lucken-booths to the head of the Canongate, and corresponding in breadth and length to the uncommon height of the buildings on either side.
Mannering had not much time to look and to admire. His conductor hurried him across this striking scene, and suddenly dived with him into a very steep paved lane. Turning to the right, they entered a scale staircase, as it is called, the state of which, so far as it could be judged of by one of his senses, annoyed Mannering"s delicacy not a little. When they had ascended cautiously to a considerable height, they heard a heavy rap at a door, still two stories above them. The door opened, and immediately ensued the sharp and worrying bark of a dog, the squalling of a woman, the screams of an a.s.saulted cat, and the hoa.r.s.e voice of a man, who cried in a most imperative tone, "Will ye, Mustard? Will ye? down, sir, down!"
"Lord preserve us!" said the female voice, "an he had worried our cat, Mr. Pleydell would ne"er hae forgi"en me!"
"Aweel, my doo, the cat"s no a prin the waur. So he"s no in, ye say?"
"Na, Mr. Pleydell"s ne"er in the house on Sat.u.r.day at e"en," answered the female voice.
"And the morn"s Sabbath too," said the querist. "I dinna ken what will be done."
By this time Mannering appeared, and found a tall, strong countryman, clad in a coat of pepper-and-salt-coloured mixture, with huge metal b.u.t.tons, a glazed hat and boots, and a large horsewhip beneath his arm, in colloquy with a slipshod damsel, who had in one hand the lock of the door, and in the other a pail of whiting, or camstane, as it is called, mixed with water-a circ.u.mstance which indicates Sat.u.r.day night in Edinburgh.
"So Mr. Pleydell is not at home, my good girl?" said Mannering.
"Ay, sir, he"s at hame, but he"s no in the house; he"s aye out on Sat.u.r.day at e"en."
"But, my good girl, I am a stranger, and my business express. Will you tell me where I can find him?"
" His honour," said the chairman, "will be at Clerihugh"s about this time. Hersell could hae tell"d ye that, but she thought ye wanted to see his house."
"Well, then, show me to this tavern. I suppose he will see me, as I come on business of some consequence?"
"I dinna ken, sir," said the girl; "he disna like to be disturbed on Sat.u.r.days wi" business; but he"s aye civil to strangers."
"I"ll gang to the tavern too," said our friend Dinmont, "for I am a stranger also, and on business e"en sic like."
"Na," said the handmaiden, "an he see the gentleman, he"ll see the simple body too; but, Lord"s sake, dinna say it was me sent ye there!"
"Atweel, I am a simple body, that"s true, hinny, but I am no come to steal ony o" his skeel for naething," said the farmer in his honest pride, and strutted away downstairs, followed by Mannering and the cadie. Mannering could not help admiring the determined stride with which the stranger who preceded them divided the press, shouldering from him, by the mere weight and impetus of his motion, both drunk and sober pa.s.sengers. "He"ll be a Teviotdale tup tat ane," said the chairman, "tat"s for keeping ta crown o" ta causeway tat gate; he "ll no gang far or he "ll get somebody to bell ta cat wi" him."
His shrewd augury, however, was not fulfilled. Those who recoiled from the colossal weight of Dinmont, on looking up at his size and strength, apparently judged him too heavy metal to be rashly encountered, and suffered him to pursue his course unchallenged. Following in the wake of this first-rate, Mannering proceeded till the farmer made a pause, and, looking back to the chairman, said, "I"m thinking this will be the close, friend."
"Ay, ay," replied Donald, "tat"s ta close."
Dinmont descended confidently, then turned into a dark alley, then up a dark stair, and then into an open door. While he was whistling shrilly for the waiter, as if he had been one of his collie dogs, Mannering looked round him, and could hardly conceive how a gentleman of a liberal profession and good society should choose such a scene for social indulgence. Besides the miserable entrance, the house itself seemed paltry and half ruinous. The pa.s.sage in which they stood had a window to the close, which admitted a little light during the daytime, and a villainous compound of smells at all times, but more especially towards evening. Corresponding to this window was a borrowed light on the other side of the pa.s.sage, looking into the kitchen, which had no direct communication with the free air, but received in the daytime, at second hand, such straggling and obscure light as found its way from the lane through the window opposite. At present the interior of the kitchen was visible by its own huge fires-a sort of Pandemonium, where men and women, half undressed, were busied in baking, broiling, roasting oysters, and preparing devils on the gridiron; the mistress of the place, with her shoes slipshod, and her hair straggling like that of Megaera from under a round-eared cap, toiling, scolding, receiving orders, giving them, and obeying them all at once, seemed the presiding enchantress of that gloomy and fiery region.
Loud and repeated bursts of laughter from different quarters of the house proved that her labours were acceptable, and not unrewarded by a generous public. With some difficulty a waiter was prevailed upon to show Colonel Mannering and Dinmont the room where their friend learned in the law held his hebdomadal carousals. The scene which it exhibited, and particularly the att.i.tude of the counsellor himself, the princ.i.p.al figure therein, struck his two clients with amazement.
Mr. Pleydell was a lively, sharp-looking gentleman, with a professional shrewdness in his eye, and, generally speaking, a professional formality in his manners. But this, like his three- tailed wig and black coat, he could slip off on a Sat.u.r.day evening, when surrounded by a party of jolly companions, and disposed for what he called his alt.i.tudes. On the present occasion the revel had lasted since four o"clock, and at length, under the direction of a venerable compotator, who had shared the sports and festivity of three generations, the frolicsome company had begun to practise the ancient and now forgotten pastime of HIGH JINKS. This game was played in several different ways. Most frequently the dice were thrown by the company, and those upon whom the lot fell were obliged to a.s.sume and maintain for a time a certain fict.i.tious character, or to repeat a certain number of fescennine verses in a particular order. If they departed from the characters a.s.signed, or if their memory proved treacherous in the repet.i.tion, they incurred forfeits, which were either compounded for by swallowing an additional b.u.mper or by paying a small sum towards the reckoning. At this sport the jovial company were closely engaged when Mannering entered the room.
Mr. Counsellor Pleydell, such as we have described him, was enthroned as a monarch in an elbow-chair placed on the dining- table, his scratch wig on one side, his head crowned with a bottle-slider, his eye leering with an expression betwixt fun and the effects of wine, while his court around him resounded with such crambo sc.r.a.ps of verse as these:-
Where is Gerunto now? and what"s become of him?
Gerunto"s drowned because he could not swim, etc., etc.
Such, O Themis, were anciently the sports of thy Scottish children! Dinmont was first in the room. He stood aghast a moment, and then exclaimed, "It"s him, sure enough. Deil o" the like o" that ever I saw!"
At the sound of "Mr. Dinmont and Colonel Mannering wanting to speak to you, sir," Pleydell turned his head, and blushed a little when he saw the very genteel figure of the English stranger. He was, however, of the opinion of Falstaff, "Out, ye villains, play out the play!" wisely judging it the better way to appear totally unconcerned. "Where be our guards?" exclaimed this second Justinian; "see ye not a stranger knight from foreign parts arrived at this our court of Holyrood, with our bold yeoman Andrew Dinmont, who has succeeded to the keeping of our royal flocks within the forest of Jedwood, where, thanks to our royal care in the administration of justice, they feed as safe as if they were within the bounds of Fife? Where be our heralds, our pursuivants, our Lyon, our Marchmount, our Carrick, and our Snowdown? Let the strangers be placed at our board, and regaled as beseemeth their quality and this our high holiday; to-morrow we will hear their tidings."
" So please you, my liege, to-morrow"s Sunday," said one of the company.
" Sunday, is it? then we will give no offence to the a.s.sembly of the kirk; on Monday shall be their audience."
Mannering, who had stood at first uncertain whether to advance or retreat, now resolved to enter for the moment into the whim of the scene, though internally fretting at Mac-Morlan for sending him to consult with a crack-brained humourist. He therefore advanced with three profound congees, and craved permission to lay his credentials at the feet of the Scottish monarch, in order to be perused at his best leisure. The gravity with which he accommodated himself to the humour of the moment, and the deep and humble inclination with which he at first declined, and then accepted, a seat presented by the master of the ceremonies, procured him three rounds of applause.
"Deil hae me, if they arena a" mad thegither!" said Dinmont, occupying with less ceremony a seat at the bottom of the table; "or else they hae taen Yule before it comes, and are gaun a- guisarding."