"Pray, be silent, Mr. Sampson," said the Colonel; "it is of great consequence to your recovered friend that you permit Mr. Pleydell to proceed in his inquiries."
"I am mute," said the rebuked Dominie.
"On a sudden," continued Bertram, "two or three men sprung out upon us, and we were pulled from horseback. I have little recollection of anything else, but that I tried to escape in the midst of a desperate scuffle, and fell into the arms of a very tall woman who started from the bushes and protected me for some time; the rest is all confusion and dread, a dim recollection of a sea-beach and a cave, and of some strong potion which lulled me to sleep for a length of time. In short, it is all a blank in my memory until I recollect myself first an ill-used and half-starved cabin-boy aboard a sloop, and then a schoolboy in Holland, under the protection of an old merchant, who had taken some fancy for me."
"And what account," said Mr. Pleydell, "did your guardian give of your parentage?"
"A very brief one," answered Bertram, "and a charge to inquire no farther. I was given to understand that my father was concerned in the smuggling trade carried on on the eastern coast of Scotland, and was killed in a skirmish with the revenue officers; that his correspondents in Holland had a vessel on the coast at the time, part of the crew of which were engaged in the affair, and that they brought me off after it was over, from a motive of compa.s.sion, as I was left dest.i.tute by my father"s death. As I grew older there was much of this story seemed inconsistent with my own recollections, but what could I do? I had no means of ascertaining my doubts, nor a single friend with whom I could communicate or canva.s.s them. The rest of my story is known to Colonel Mannering: I went out to India to be a clerk in a Dutch house; their affairs fell into confusion; I betook myself to the military profession, and, I trust, as yet I have not disgraced it."
"Thou art a fine young fellow, I"ll be bound for thee," said Pleydell, "and since you have wanted a father so long, I wish from my heart I could claim the paternity myself. But this affair of young Hazlewood-"
"Was merely accidental," said Bertram. "I was travelling in Scotland for pleasure, and, after a week"s residence with my friend Mr. Dinmont, with whom I had the good fortune to form an accidental acquaintance-"
"It was my gude fortune that," said Dinmont. "Odd, my brains wad hae been knockit out by twa black-guards if it hadna been for his four quarters."
"Shortly after we parted at the town of--I lost my baggage by thieves, and it was while residing at Kippletringan I accidentally met the young gentleman. As I was approaching to pay my respects to Miss Mannering, whom I had known in India, Mr. Hazlewood, conceiving my appearance none of the most respectable, commanded me rather haughtily to stand back, and so gave occasion to the fray, in which I had the misfortune to be the accidental means of wounding him. And now, sir, that I have answered all your questions-"
"No, no, not quite all," said Pleydell, winking sagaciously; "there are some interrogatories which I shall delay till to- morrow, for it is time, I believe, to close the sederunt for this night, or rather morning."
"Well, then, sir," said the young man, "to vary the phrase, since I have answered all the questions which you have chosen to ask to- night, will you be so good as to tell me who you are that take such interest in my affairs, and whom you take me to be, since my arrival has occasioned such commotion?"
"Why, sir, for myself," replied the Counsellor, "I am Paulus Pleydell, an advocate at the Scottish bar; and for you, it is not easy to say distinctly who you are at present, but I trust in a short time to hail you by the t.i.tle of Henry Bertram, Esq., representative of one of the oldest families in Scotland, and heir of Tailzie and provision to the estate of Ellangowan. Ay," continued he, shutting his eyes and speaking to himself, "we must pa.s.s over his father, and serve him heir to his grandfather Lewis, the entailer; the only wise man of his family, that I ever heard of."
They had now risen to retire to their apartments for the night, when Colonel Mannering walked up to Bertram, as he stood astonished at the Counsellor"s words. "I give you joy," he said, "of the prospects which fate has opened before you. I was an early friend of your father, and chanced to be in the house of Ellangowan, as unexpectedly as you are now in mine, upon the very night in which you were born. I little knew this circ.u.mstance when-but I trust unkindness will be forgotten between us. Believe me, your appearance here as Mr. Brown, alive and well, has relieved me from most painful sensations; and your right to the name of an old friend renders your presence as Mr. Bertram doubly welcome."
"And my parents?" said Bertram.
"Are both no more; and the family property has been sold, but I trust may be recovered. Whatever is wanted to make your right effectual I shall be most happy to supply."
"Nay, you may leave all that to me," said the Counsellor; ""t is my vocation, Hal; I shall make money of it."
"I"m sure it"s no for the like o"me," observed Dinmont, "to speak to you gentlefolks; but if siller would help on the Captain"s plea, and they say nae plea gangs ain weel without it-"
"Except on Sat.u.r.day night," said Pleydell.
"Ay, but when your honour wadna take your fee ye wadna hae the cause neither, sae I"ll ne"er fash you on a Sat.u.r.day at e"en again. But I was saying, there"s some siller in the spleuchan that"s like the Captain"s ain, for we"ve aye counted it such, baith Ailie and me."
"No, no, Liddesdale; no occasion, no occasion whatever. Keep thy cash to stock thy farm."
"To stock my farm? Mr. Pleydell, your honour kens mony things, but ye dinna ken the farm o" Charlie"s Hope; it"s sae weel stockit already that we sell maybe sax hundred pounds off it ilka year, flesh and fell the gither; na, na."
"Can"t you take another then?"
"I dinna ken; the Deuke"s no that fond o" led farms, and he canna bide to put away the auld tenantry; and then I wadna like mysell to gang about whistling [Footnote: See Note 7.] and raising the rent on my neighbours."
"What, not upon thy neighbour at Dawston-Devilstone-how d "ye call the place?"
"What, on Jock o" Dawston? hout na. He"s a camsteary chield, and fasheous about marches, and we"ve had some bits o" splores thegither; but deil o"meif I wad wrang Jock o" Dawston neither."
"Thou"rt an honest fellow," said the Lawyer; "get thee to bed. Thou wilt sleep sounder, I warrant thee, than many a man that throws off an embroidered coat and puts on a laced nightcap. Colonel, I see you are busy with our enfant trouve. But Barnes must give me a summons of wakening at seven to-morrow morning, for my servant"s a sleepy-headed fellow; and I daresay my clerk Driver has had Clarence"s fate, and is drowned by this time in a b.u.t.t of your ale; for Mrs. Allan promised to make him comfortable, and she"ll soon discover what he expects from that engagement. Good- night, Colonel; good-night, Dominie Sampson; good-night, Dinmont the Downright; good-night, last of all, to the new-found representative of the Bertrams, and the Mac-Dingawaies, the Knarths, the Arths, the G.o.dfreys, the Dennises, and the Rolands, and, last and dearest t.i.tle, heir of tailzie and provision of the lands and barony of Ellangowan, under the settlement of Lewis Bertram, Esq., whose representative you are."
And so saying, the old gentleman took his candle and left the room; and the company dispersed, after the Dominie had once more hugged and embraced his "little Harry Bertram," as he continued to call the young soldier of six feet high.
CHAPTER LI
My imagination Carries no favour in it but Bertram"s; I am undone, there is no living, none, If Bertram be away.
-All"s Well that Ends Well.
At the hour which he had appointed the preceding evening the indefatigable lawyer was seated by a good fire and a pair of wax candles, with a velvet cap on his head and a quilted silk nightgown on his person, busy arranging his memoranda of proofs and indications concerning the murder of Frank Kennedy. An express had also been despatched to Mr. Mac-Morlan, requesting his attendance at Woodbourne as soon as possible on business of importance. Dinmont, fatigued with the events of the evening before, and finding the accommodations of Woodbourne much preferable to those of Mac-Guffog, was in no hurry to rise. The impatience of Bertram might have put him earlier in motion, but Colonel Mannering had intimated an intention to visit him in his apartment in the morning, and he did not choose to leave it. Before this interview he had dressed himself, Barnes having, by his master"s orders, supplied him with every accommodation of linen, etc., and now anxiously waited the promised visit of his landlord.
In a short time a gentle tap announced the Colonel, with whom Bertram held a long and satisfactory conversation. Each, however, concealed from the other one circ.u.mstance. Mannering could not bring himself to acknowledge the astrological prediction; and Bertram was, from motives which may be easily conceived, silent respecting his love for Julia. In other respects their intercourse was frank and grateful to both, and had latterly, upon the Colonel"s part, even an approach to cordiality. Bertram carefully measured his own conduct by that of his host, and seemed rather to receive his offered kindness with grat.i.tude and pleasure than to press for it with solicitation.
Miss Bertram was in the breakfast-parlour when Sampson shuffled in, his face all radiant with smiles-a circ.u.mstance so uncommon that Lucy"s first idea was that somebody had been bantering him with an imposition, which had thrown him into this ecstasy. Having sate for some time rolling his eyes and gaping with his mouth like the great wooden head at Merlin"s exhibition, he at length began- "And what do you think of him, Miss Lucy?"
"Think of whom, Mr. Sampson?" asked the young lady.
"Of Har-no-of him that you know about?" again demanded the Dominie.
"That I know about?" replied Lucy, totally at a loss to comprehend his meaning.
"Yes, the stranger, you know, that came last evening, in the post vehicle; he who shot young Hazelwood, ha, ha, ha!" burst forth the Dominie, with a laugh that sounded like neighing.
"Indeed, Mr. Sampson," said his pupil, "you have chosen a strange subject for mirth; I think nothing about the man, only I hope the outrage was accidental, and that we need not fear a repet.i.tion of it."
"Accidental! ha, ha, ha!" again whinnied Sampson.
"Really, Mr. Sampson," said Lucy, somewhat piqued, "you are unusually gay this morning."
"Yes, of a surety I am! ha, ha, ho! face-ti-ous, ho, ho, ha!"
"So unusually facetious, my dear sir," pursued the young lady, "that I would wish rather to know the meaning of your mirth than to be amused with its effects only."
"You shall know it, Miss Lucy," replied poor Abel. "Do you remember your brother?"
"Good G.o.d, how can you ask me? No one knows better than you he was lost the very day I was born."
"Very true, very true," answered the Dominie, saddening at the recollection; "I was strangely oblivious; ay, ay! too true. But you remember your worthy father?"
"How should you doubt it, Mr. Sampson? it is not so many weeks since-"
"True, true; ay, too true," replied the Dominie, his Houyhnhnm laugh sinking into a hysterical giggle. "I will be facetious no more under these remembrances; but look at that young man!"
Bertram at this instant entered the room. "Yes, look at him well, he is your father"s living image; and as G.o.d has deprived you of your dear parents-O, my children, love one another!"
"It is indeed my father"s face and form," said Lucy, turning very pale. Bertram ran to support her, the Dominie to fetch water to throw upon her face (which in his haste he took from the boiling tea-urn), when fortunately her colour, returning rapidly, saved her from the application of this ill-judged remedy. "I conjure you to tell me, Mr. Sampson," she said, in an interrupted yet solemn voice, "is this my brother?"
"It is, it is! Miss Lucy, it is little Harry Bertram, as sure as G.o.d"s sun is in that heaven!"
"And this is my sister?" said Bertram, giving way to all that family affection which had so long slumbered in his bosom for want of an object to expand itself upon.