"If she finds none whom she fancies more, she said she would marry me within the year----"
"Well, well, there"s some hope for you," Sandy went on. "She may meet in with some one else."
"You"ve my pity," I laughed, but I took his hand in mine with the words.
His joy radiated itself to us, and his talk was just as it should be for his years. He patronized us a bit for being older and out of the way of it all, spoke of Nancy as though she were the only woman since Eve, and discussed a betrothal ring as though it were a thing for empires to rise and fall by.
"She fancies rubies; she cares for gems, you know," he said, as though the information was new to us instead of having been anciently and expensively bought.
He must have the best ruby in Scotland, he went on. He wished he could attend to the matter himself. "But," he stood with his thumbs in the arms of his waistcoat as he spoke, with a conscious smile--"but no fellow would be such a bally a.s.s as to dash to London for a ring under present conditions." There were the four thousand pounds his grandmother had given him. They might all be spent for this. There was a fellow named Billy Deuceace, an Oxford man, with taste in such matters. He would write him concerning it to-night, he said.
"Faith," said Sandy, drolly, "you talk as if married life were all a ring. Ye"ll find it different when your wife has the genius and is taken up wi" other men."
And Danvers faced the two of us here by a statement which has never left me from the night he uttered it till the minute of my setting it down.
"I am far from believing," he said, "that genius is a thing which rightly belongs to women. "Tis to me but an issue on one side. And the woman who has enough of her husband"s kisses and his babies at her breast has little time to write verses or think of other men."
With these words still ringing in my ears I rapped at Nancy"s door on my way to bed, to find her sitting by a glaring light with the everlasting Burns book in her hand. I was a bit dashed in spirit by her occupation, for it seemed unnatural that a girl should be spending the time immediately after her betrothal in such an employ, and I affected a gaiety I was far from feeling.
"Is it to Nancy Stair or the possible Countess of Glenmore that I speak?"
She stood by the table, her finger still marking her place in the book.
"Dandy told you, then?" she asked.
"Told us!" I echoed. "It"s my opinion he"ll tell the town-crier to-night and have it in all the prints of the realm within the week."
"He told you just what the understanding was?"
I repeated what he had said, and she nodded at the end in acquiescence.
"You see," she said, coming toward me and putting her head on my shoulder, "I"m not sure of myself. My mind"s ill redd up for marriage with any one. I"ve had too much freedom, perhaps; and while one side of my nature, probably the strongest one, loves Danvers Carmichael, I am drawn to the writer of these lines, this Burns man, in a way I can not tell; and at the very foot of the matter I am mightily taken up with the power of John Montrose. It"s no highly moral, is it?" she asked, with an amused smile, "to feel ye could be in love with two--three men at once? But my nature"s many sided, and on one of these sides I find a most "treacherous inclination" toward his Grace of Borthwicke."
CHAPTER XII
I MEET A GREAT MAN
"With knowledge so vast and with judgment so strong No man with the half of them e"er could go wrong; With pa.s.sion so potent, and fancies so bright, No man with the half of them e"er could go right."
I pa.s.sed as miserable a night as my worst enemy could have wished and was up at the dawning for a jaunt in the open. The gowans so white and bonny were swinging their dewy heads in the morning wind; the sea-fog was lifting skyward, and whether the message came from them I can not say, but a mystical white word floated between me and my troubled thoughts of Nancy--a word which means the changing of baser metal into pure gold, the returning of the balance to nature, the fine adjustment of spirit to mind and body--the great word Motherhood. Nancy as a mother. My Little Flower with a floweret of her own might be the solution of a happy marriage for her more than compensating for the independence and adulation which she had always had.
As I tramped along I came to a definite thought concerning the Burns poems as well, which was that I would set fire to them, as if by accident, that very day, and have them by and done with. And as for the man himself, it would, I thought, be no hard matter to keep him out of our lives; in which conclusions I left out just two things--the throw of Fate, which none of us can reckon upon, and my own rhyme-loving nature and fondness for being entertained.
It was Fate"s throw with which I had to reckon first. I had come in my musings to a side-path which led from the old Abbey to the foot-bridge, when I heard the sound of a man"s singing:
"As I cam in by Glenap, I met wi" an ancient woman, Who told me to cheer my heart up For the best of my days were comin"."
The singer was sitting upon a fallen tree, beside a smoking fire, with the women, children, aye, and the very dogs, gathered about him as though he carried a charm. He was a thick-set man, dark and swarthy, with a pair of eyes literally glowing. His hat was c.o.c.ked upon the back of his head, and he had his plaid thrown around him in a certain manner known to himself alone. He was eating and drinking with these gipsy-folk, for he"d a bannock in one hand and a mug of hot drink in the other, but at sight of me he set them down and came forward to greet me; and my amazed eyes rested on Robert Burns himself, as though raised up by some of his own witches to fit into my thoughts--Robert Burns whom I had met at Mauchline before he was famous, the year before.
He inquired if I were stepping townward, and on the instant I asked him to breakfast with me at the Star and Garter, and this, you will remember, within five short minutes of my resolve to burn his book and keep him out of our lives.
It was charged against me later that I was lax in this Burns affair and, because of my own infatuation for men of parts, took too little thought for the temptation to which I exposed my daughter. I answer the accusation by telling the circ.u.mstances exactly as they fell, and he who reads may judge the truth of these charges for himself. As we came to the door of the inn, I asked Creech and Dundas, who happened to be pa.s.sing, to join us at the breakfast, and a merry feast it was, and one for the three of us to hold as a lifelong memory, for only those who had the honor to know Burns could understand that the "best of him was in his talk." In the year of which I write all the eyes of Edinburgh were fixed upon him, and his toasts, his epigrams, his love affairs were the scandal of the town and his own countryside. There was some flouting of him at this very meal, I recall, by Creech, who was deep in his affairs, concerning a Mauchline la.s.sie who had thrown his love back at him with some violence and scandal; but he was not in the least dashed either by the event or the naming of it, and, seizing a gla.s.s, he called out, with the jolliest laugh in the world:
"Their tricks and crafts hae put me daft, They"ve ta"en me in--and a" that, But clear your decks! and here"s "The s.e.x,"
I like the jades for a" that,"----
the applause which greeted this sally bringing the servants to the window, though, in fact, when it was known that Burns was in the house there was no keeping them out of the room.
I do not feel, even at this late day, that I need an excuse for the admiration I have of Burns, the greatest poet, in my judgment, who ever lived. I knew his faults, if faults they were, but, before G.o.d, I knew his temptations as well, and can speak with greatest thankfulness of one he put behind him.
Pastor Muirkirk, of the New Light, in one of his more relaxed moments, said to me:
"The Lord cast seven devils out of the man in the scriptures because his nature was big enough to hold seven devils. Most of us, laddie," he went on, "are not big enough to hold half a devil," which explains the thought I have of Burns to a nicety, for it was surely the very bigness of his nature, the instant sympathy with all who lived, which brought many of the troubles to him for which he has been greatly blamed. But this can be said of him: that no man I ever knew, from the highest lord in the land down, presented himself to the world in a saner or more balanced manner. I have known him to breakfast with tramps at an ale-house in the morning, walk arm in arm with a duke down High Street in the afternoon, and leave him perchance to dine with some poor country acquaintance up from Ayr for a day"s buying.
It was after Creech and his friend had left us that Burns turned toward me.
"There is a matter upon which I am undecided whether it is good taste for me to speak to you, Lord Stair," he said, "but there is such sincerity of admiration at the root of it that ye"ll can just be forgiving me if I trespa.s.s on your sense of the proprieties. "Tis of your daughter, Mistress Stair. I was carried off my feet by her singing at the charity ball, and the verses she writes are as unstudied as the song of a lark. But she will never write a poem that is so great as herself. All her accomplishments seem to me but a set of warbles or trills to the true song of her great womanhood. "Where she is,"" he quoted prettily, ""man will be more than his wont, because of her belief.""
And at these words my resolutions were clean forgotten in my pride in his praises of her.
"She wants to know you, Mr. Burns. Your book is by her day and night,"
I cried, at which he looked flattered, but said he was for Ayr that afternoon, and the pleasure of an acquaintance with her must be put by until some later date.
I told him at this that a friend had invited us down to his part of the country for the fair, where we might meet again, on which he took a slip from his pocket, putting his Edinburgh address on one side of it, like this:
"It is in the house of Mrs. Carfrae, Baxter Close, Town market: first scale-stair on the left hand going down; first door on the stair,"
and on the other:
"To Mistress Nancy, Mistress Stair, At Mauchline race or Mauchline fair, I shall be glad to meet you there.
We"ll give one night"s discharge to care, If we forgither, And have "a-swap-of-rhyming-ware,"
With ane anither."
And it was this "swap o" rhyming ware" which brought about the tragedy toward which I draw.
CHAPTER XIII
THE DUKE VISITS STAIR FOR THE FIRST TIME
On my return to Stair I found Nancy on the south steps with a letter in her hand. In her white frock, with her hair bobbing in a bunch of curls on the top of her head, she looked scarce older than the day I had found her there "making verses" years agone.