"What shall we do if Francesca and Mr. Macdonald really fall in love with each other?" asked Salemina, when Francesca had gone into the hall to try long drives. (There is a good deal of excitement in this, as Miss Grieve has to cross the pa.s.sage on her way from the kitchen to the china-closet, and thus often serves as a reluctant "hazard" or "bunker.")
"Do you mean what should we have done?" I queried.
"Nonsense, don"t be captious! It can"t be too late yet. They have known each other only a little over two months; when would you have had me interfere, pray?"
"It depends upon what you expect to accomplish. If you wish to stop the marriage, interfere in a fortnight or so; if you wish to prevent an engagement, speak--well, say to-morrow; if, however, you didn"t wish them to fall in love with each other, you should have kept one of them away from Lady Baird"s dinner."
"I could have waited a trifle longer than that," argued Salemina, "for you remember how badly they got on at first."
"I remember you thought so," I responded dryly; "but I believe Mr.
Macdonald has been interested in Francesca from the outset, partly because her beauty and vivacity attracted him, partly because he could keep her in order only by putting his whole mind upon her. On his side, he has succeeded in piquing her into thinking of him continually, though solely, as she fancies, for the purpose of crossing swords with him. If they ever drop their weapons for an instant, and allow the din of warfare to subside so that they can listen to their own heart-beats, they will discover that they love each other to distraction."
"Ye ken mair than"s in the catecheesm," remarked Salemina, yawning a little as she put away her darning-ball. "It is pathetic to see you waste your time painting mediocre pictures, when as a lecturer upon love you could instruct your thousands."
"The thousands would never satisfy me," I retorted, "so long as you remained uninstructed, for in your single person you would so swell the sum of human ignorance on that subject that my teaching would be forever vain."
"Very clever indeed! Well, what will Mr. Monroe say to me when I land in New York without his daughter, or with his son-in-law?"
"He has never denied Francesca anything in her life; why should he draw the line at a Scotsman? I am much more concerned about Mr.
Macdonald"s congregation."
"I am not anxious about that," said Salemina loyally. "Francesca would be the life of an Inchcaldy parish."
"I dare say," I observed, "but she might be the death of the pastor."
"I am ashamed of you, Penelope; or I should be if you meant what you say. She can make the people love her if she tries; when did she ever fail at that? But with Mr. Macdonald"s talent, to say nothing of his family connections, he is sure to get a church in Edinburgh in a few years, if he wishes. Undoubtedly, it would not be a great match in a money sense. I suppose he has a manse and three or four hundred pounds a year."
"That sum would do nicely for cabs."
"Penelope, you are flippant!"
"I don"t mean it, dear; it"s only for fun; and it would be so absurd if we should leave Francesca over here as the presiding genius of an Inchcaldy parsonage,--I mean a manse!"
"It isn"t as if she were penniless," continued Salemina; "she has fortune enough to a.s.sure her own independence, and not enough to threaten his,--the ideal amount. I hardly think the good Lord"s first intention was to make her a minister"s wife, but he knows very well that Love is a master architect. Francesca is full of beautiful possibilities if Mr. Macdonald is the man to bring them out, and I am inclined to think he is."
"He has brought out impishness so far," I objected.
"The impishness is transitory," she returned, "and I am speaking of permanent qualities. His is the stronger and more serious nature, Francesca"s the sweeter and more flexible. He will be the oak-tree, and she will be the sunshine playing in the branches."
"Salemina, dear," I said penitently, kissing her gray hair, "I apologize: you are not absolutely ignorant about Love, after all, when you call him the master architect; and that is very lovely and very true about the oak-tree and the sunshine."
XXIII
""Love, I maun gang to Edinbrugh, Love, I maun gang an" leave thee!"
She sighed right sair, an" said nae mair But "O gin I were wi" ye!""
_Andrew Lammie_.
Jean Dalziel came to visit us a week ago, and has put new life into our little circle. I suppose it was playing "Sir Patrick Spens" that set us thinking about it, for one warm, idle day when we were all in the Glen we began a series of ballad-revels, in which each of us a.s.sumed a favorite character. The choice induced so much argument and disagreement that Mr. Beresford was at last appointed head of the clan; and having announced himself formally as the Mackintosh, he was placed on the summit of a hastily arranged pyramidal cairn. He was given an ash wand and a rowan-tree sword; and then, according to ancient custom, his pedigree and the exploits of his ancestors were recounted, and he was exhorted to emulate their example. Now it seems that a Highland chief of the olden time, being as absolute in his patriarchal authority as any prince, had a corresponding number of officers attached to his person. He had a bodyguard, who fought around him in battle, and independent of this he had a staff of officers who accompanied him wherever he went. These our chief proceeded to appoint as follows:--
Henchman, Ronald Macdonald; bard, Penelope Hamilton; spokesman or fool, Robin Anstruther; sword-bearer, Francesca Monroe; piper, Salemina; piper"s attendant, Elizabeth Ardmore; baggage gillie, Jean Dalziel; running footman, Ralph; bridle gillie, Jamie; ford gillie, Miss Grieve. The ford gillie carries the chief across fords only, and there are no fords in the vicinity; so Mr. Beresford, not liking to leave a member of our household out of office, thought this the best post for Calamity Jane.
With the Mackintosh on his pyramidal cairn matters went very much better, and at Jamie"s instigation we began to hold rehearsals for certain festivities at Rowardennan; for as Jamie"s birthday fell on the eve of the Queen"s Jubilee, there was to be a gay party at the castle.
All this occurred days ago, and yesterday evening the ballad-revels came off, and Rowardennan was a scene of great pageant and splendor.
Lady Ardmore, dressed as the Lady of Inverleith, received the guests, and there were all manner of tableaux, and ballads in costume, and pantomimes, and a grand march by the clan, in which we appeared in our chosen roles.
Salemina was Lady Maisry,--she whom all the lords of the north countrie came wooing.
"But a" that they could say to her, Her answer still was "Na.""
And again:--
"O haud your tongues, young men," she said, "And think nae mair on me!""
Mr. Beresford was Lord Beichan, and I was Shusy Pye.
"Lord Beichan was a Christian born, And such resolved to live and dee, So he was ta"en by a savage Moor, Who treated him right cruellie.
"The Moor he had an only daughter, The damsel"s name was Shusy Pye; And ilka day as she took the air Lord Beichan"s prison she pa.s.s"d by."
Elizabeth Ardmore was Leezie Lindsay, who kilted her coats o" green satin to the knee and was aff to the Hielands so expeditiously when her lover declared himself to be "Lord Ronald Macdonald, a chieftain of high degree."
Francesca was Mary Ambree.
"When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte, Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt, They mustred their souldiers by two and by three, And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree.
"When the brave sergeant-major was slaine in her sight Who was her true lover, her joy and delight, Because he was slaine most treacherouslie, Then vow"d to avenge him Mary Ambree."
Brenda Macrae from Pettybaw House was Fairly Fair; Jamie, Sir Patrick Spens; Ralph, King Alexander of Dunfermline; Mr. Anstruther, Bonnie Glenlogie, "the flower of them a";" Mr. Macdonald and Miss Dalziel, Young Hynde Horn and the king"s daughter Jean respectively.
""Oh, it"s Hynde Horn fair, and it"s Hynde Horn free; Oh, where were you born, and in what countrie?"
"In a far distant countrie I was born; But of home and friends I am quite forlorn."
"Oh, it"s seven long years he served the king, But wages from him he ne"er got a thing; Oh, it"s seven long years he served, I ween, And all for love of the king"s daughter Jean."
It is not to be supposed that all this went off without any of the difficulties and heart-burnings that are incident to things dramatic.
When Elizabeth Ardmore chose to be Leezie Lindsay, she asked me to sing the ballad behind the scenes. Mr. Beresford naturally thought that Mr. Macdonald would take the opposite part in the tableau, inasmuch as the hero bears his name; but he positively declined to play Lord Ronald Macdonald, and said it was altogether too personal.
Mr. Anstruther was rather disagreeable at the beginning, and upbraided Miss Dalziel for offering to be the king"s daughter Jean to Mr.
Macdonald"s Hynde Horn, when she knew very well he wanted her for Ladye Jeanie in Glenlogie. (She had meantime confided to me that nothing could induce her to appear in Glenlogie; it was far too personal.)
Mr. Macdonald offended Francesca by sending her his cast-off gown and begging her to be Sir Patrick Spens; and she was still more gloomy (so I imagined) because he had not proffered his six feet of manly beauty for the part of the captain in Mary Ambree, when the only other person to take it was Jamie"s tutor. He is an Oxford man and a delightful person, but very bow-legged; added to that, by the time the rehearsals had ended she had been obliged to beg him to love some one more worthy than herself, and did not wish to appear in the same tableau with him, feeling that it was much too personal.
When the eventful hour came, yesterday, Willie and I were the only actors really willing to take lovers" parts, save Jamie and Ralph, who were but too anxious to play all the characters, whatever their age, s.e.x, color, or relations. But the guests knew nothing of these trivial disagreements, and at ten o"clock last night it would have been difficult to match Rowardennan Castle for a scene of beauty and revelry. Everything went merrily till we came to Hynde Horn, the concluding tableau, and the most effective and elaborate one on the programme. At the very last moment, when the opening scene was nearly ready, Jean Dalziel fell down a secret staircase that led from the tapestry chamber into Lady Ardmore"s boudoir, where the rest of us were dressing. It was a short flight of steps, but, as she held a candle and was carrying her costume, she fell awkwardly, spraining her wrist and ankle. Finding that she was not maimed for life, Lady Ardmore turned with comical and unsympathetic haste to Francesca, so completely do amateur theatricals dry the milk of kindness in the human breast.