"I am--and I will speak my mind still more plainly. I have good temper, and excellent spirits, and can endure a good deal of singularity in those I live with. I have no doubt your sister and I will live happily together--But in case it should prove otherwise, arrangements may be made previously, which will enable us in certain circ.u.mstances to live happily apart. My own estate is large, and Nettlewood will bear dividing."
"Nay, then," said Mowbray, "I have little more to say--nothing indeed remains for enquiry, so far as your lordship is concerned. But my sister must have free liberty of choice--so far as I am concerned, your lordship"s suit has my interest."
"And I trust we may consider it as a done thing?"
"With Clara"s approbation--certainly," answered Mowbray.
"I trust there is no chance of personal repugnance on the young lady"s part?" said the young peer.
"I antic.i.p.ate nothing of the kind, my lord," answered Mowbray, "as I presume there is no reason for any; but young ladies will be capricious, and if Clara, after I have done and said all that a brother ought to do, should remain repugnant, there is a point in the exertion of my influence which it would be cruelty to pa.s.s."
The Earl of Etherington walked a turn through the apartment, then paused, and said, in a grave and doubtful tone, "In the meanwhile, I am bound, and the young lady is free, Mowbray. Is this quite fair?"
"It is what happens in every case, my lord, where a gentleman proposes for a lady," answered Mowbray; "he must remain, of course, bound by his offer, until, within a reasonable time, it is accepted or rejected. It is not my fault that your lordship has declared your wishes to me, before ascertaining Clara"s inclination. But while as yet the matter is between ourselves--I make you welcome to draw back if you think proper.
Clara Mowbray needs not push for a catch-match."
"Nor do I desire," said the young n.o.bleman, "any time to reconsider the resolution which I have confided to you. I am not in the least fearful that I shall change my mind on seeing your sister, and I am ready to stand by the proposal which I have made to you.--If, however, you feel so extremely delicately on my account," he continued, "I can see and even converse with Miss Mowbray at this fete of yours, without the necessity of being at all presented to her--The character which I have a.s.sumed in a manner obliges me to wear a mask."
"Certainly," said the Laird of St. Ronan"s, "and I am glad, for both our sakes, your lordship thinks of taking a little law upon this occasion."
"I shall profit nothing by it," said the Earl; "my doom is fixed before I start--but if this mode of managing the matter will save your conscience, I have no objection to it--it cannot consume much time, which is what I have to look to."
They then shook hands and parted, without any farther discourse which could interest the reader.
Mowbray was glad to find himself alone, in order to think over what had happened, and to ascertain the state of his own mind, which at present was puzzling even to himself. He could not but feel that much greater advantages of every kind might accrue to himself and his family from the alliance of the wealthy young Earl, than could have been derived from any share of his spoils which he had proposed to gain by superior address in play, or greater skill on the turf. But his pride was hurt when he recollected that he had placed himself entirely in Lord Etherington"s power; and the escape from absolute ruin which he had made, solely by the sufferance of his opponent, had nothing in it consolatory to his wounded feelings. He was lowered in his own eyes, when he recollected how completely the proposed victim of his ingenuity had seen through his schemes, and only abstained from baffling them entirely, because to do so suited best with his own. There was a shade of suspicion, too, which he could not entirely eradicate from his mind.--What occasion had this young n.o.bleman to preface, by the voluntary loss of a brace of thousands, a proposal which must have been acceptable in itself, without any such sacrifice? And why should he, after all, have been so eager to secure his accession to the proposed alliance, before he had even seen the lady who was the object of it?
However hurried for time, he might have waited the event at least of the entertainment at Shaws-Castle, at which Clara was necessarily obliged to make her appearance.--Yet such conduct, however unusual, was equally inconsistent with any sinister intentions; since the sacrifice of a large sum of money, and the declaration of his views upon a portionless young lady of family, could scarcely be the preface to any unfair practice. So that, upon the whole, Mowbray settled, that what was uncommon in the Earl"s conduct arose from the hasty and eager disposition of a rich young Englishman, to whom money is of little consequence, and who is too headlong in pursuit of the favourite plan of the moment, to proceed in the most rational or most ordinary manner. If, however, there should prove any thing farther in the matter than he could at present discover, Mowbray promised himself that the utmost circ.u.mspection on his part could not fail to discover it, and that in full time to prevent any ill consequences to his sister or himself.
Immersed in such cogitations, he avoided the inquisitive presence of Mr.
Meiklewham, who, as usual, had been watching for him to learn how matters were going on; and although it was now late, he mounted his horse, and rode hastily to Shaws-Castle. On the way, he deliberated with himself whether to mention to his sister the application which had been made to him, in order to prepare her to receive the young Earl as a suitor, favoured with her brother"s approbation. "But no, no, no;" such was the result of his contemplation. "She might take it into her head that his thoughts were bent less upon having her for a countess, than on obtaining possession of his grand-uncle"s estate.--We must keep quiet,"
concluded he, "until her personal appearance and accomplishments may appear at least to have some influence upon his choice.--We must say nothing till this blessed entertainment has been given and received."
CHAPTER XIX.
A LETTER.
"Has he so long held out with me untired, And stops he now for breath?--Well--Be it so."
_Richard III._
Mowbray had no sooner left the Earl"s apartment, than the latter commenced an epistle to a friend and a.s.sociate, which we lay before the reader, as best calculated to ill.u.s.trate the views and motives of the writer. It was addressed to Captain Jekyl, of the ---- regiment of Guards, at the Green Dragon, Harrowgate, and was of the following tenor:--
"Dear Harry,
"I have expected you here these ten days past, anxiously as ever man was looked for; and have now to charge your absence as high treason to your sworn allegiance. Surely you do not presume, like one of Napoleon"s new-made monarchs, to grumble for independence, as if your greatness were of your own making, or as if I had picked you out of the whole of St. James"s coffee-house to hold my back-hand, for your sake, forsooth, not for my own? Wherefore, lay aside all your own proper business, be it the pursuit of dowagers, or the plucking of pigeons, and instantly repair to this place, where I may speedily want your a.s.sistance.--_May_ want it, said I? Why, most negligent of friends and allies, I _have_ wanted it already, and that when it might have done me yeoman"s service. Know that I have had an affair since I came hither--have got hurt myself, and have nearly shot my friend; and if I had, I might have been hanged for it, for want of Harry Jekyl to bear witness in my favour. I was so far on my road to this place, when, not choosing, for certain reasons, to pa.s.s through the old village, I struck by a footpath into the woods which separate it from the new Spa, leaving my carriage and people to go the carriage-way. I had not walked half a mile when I heard the footsteps of some one behind, and, looking round, what should I behold but the face in the world which I most cordially hate and abhor--I mean that which stands on the shoulders of my right trusty and well-beloved cousin and counsellor, Saint Francis. He seemed as much confounded as I was at our unexpected meeting; and it was a minute ere he found breath to demand what I did in Scotland, contrary to my promise, as he was pleased to express it.--I retaliated, and charged him with being here, in contradiction to his.--He justified, and said he had only come down upon the express information that I was upon my road to St.
Ronan"s.--Now, Harry, how the devil should he have known this hadst thou been quite faithful? for I am sure, to no ear but thine own did I breathe a whisper of my purpose.--Next, with the insolent a.s.sumption of superiority, which he founds on what he calls the rect.i.tude of his purpose, he proposed we should both withdraw from a neighbourhood into which we could bring nothing but wretchedness.--I have told you how difficult it is to cope with the calm and resolute manner that the devil gifts him with on such occasions; but I was determined he should not carry the day this time. I saw no chance for it, however, but to put myself into a towering pa.s.sion, which, thank Heaven, I can always do on short notice.--I charged him with having imposed formerly on my youth, and made himself judge of my rights; and I accompanied my defiance with the strongest terms of irony and contempt, as well as with demand of instant satisfaction.
I had my travelling pistols with me, (_et pour cause_,) and, to my surprise, my gentleman was equally provided.--For fair play"s sake, I made him take one of my pistols--right Kuchenritters--a brace of b.a.l.l.s in each, but that circ.u.mstance I forgot.--I would fain have argued the matter a little longer; but I thought at the time, and think still, that the best arguments which he and I can exchange, must come from the point of the sword, or the muzzle of the pistol.--We fired nearly together, and I think both dropped--I am sure I did, but recovered in a minute, with a damaged arm and a scratch on the temple--it was the last which stunned me--so much for double-loaded pistols.--My friend was invisible, and I had nothing for it but to walk to the Spa, bleeding all the way like a calf, and tell a raw-head-and-b.l.o.o.d.y-bone story about a footpad, which, but for my earldom, and my gory locks, no living soul would have believed.
"Shortly after, when I had been installed in a sick room, I had the mortification to learn, that my own impatience had brought all this mischief upon me, at a moment when I had every chance of getting rid of my friend without trouble, had I but let him go on his own errand; for it seems he had an appointment that morning with a b.o.o.by Baronet, who is said to be a bullet-slitter, and would perhaps have rid me of Saint Francis without any trouble or risk on my part.
Meantime, his non-appearance at this rendezvous has placed Master Francis Tyrrel, as he chooses to call himself, in the worst odour possible with the gentry at the Spring, who have denounced him as a coward and no gentleman.--What to think of the business myself, I know not; and I much want your a.s.sistance to see what can have become of this fellow, who, like a spectre of ill omen, has so often thwarted and baffled my best plans. My own confinement renders me inactive, though my wound is fast healing. Dead he cannot be; for, had he been mortally wounded, we should have heard of him somewhere or other--he could not have vanished from the earth like a bubble of the elements. Well and sound he cannot be; for, besides that I am sure I saw him stagger and drop, firing his pistol as he fell, I know him well enough to swear, that, had he not been severely wounded, he would have first pestered me with his accursed presence and a.s.sistance, and then walked forward with his usual composure to settle matters with Sir Bingo Binks. No--no--Saint Francis is none of those who leave such jobs half finished--it is but doing him justice to say, he has the devil"s courage to back his own deliberate impertinence. But then, if wounded severely, he must be still in this neighbourhood, and probably in concealment--this is what I must discover, and I want your a.s.sistance in my enquiries among the natives.--Haste hither, Harry, as ever you look for good at my hand.
"A good player, Harry, always studies to make the best of bad cards--and so I have endeavoured to turn my wound to some account; and it has given me the opportunity to secure Monsieur le Frere in my interests. You say very truly, that it is of consequence to me to know the character of this new actor on the disordered scene of my adventures.--Know, then, he is that most incongruous of all monsters--a Scotch Buck--how far from being buck of the season you may easily judge. Every point of national character is opposed to the pretensions of this luckless race, when they attempt to take on them a personage which is a.s.sumed with so much facility by their brethren of the Isle of Saints. They are a shrewd people, indeed, but so dest.i.tute of ease, grace, pliability of manners, and insinuation of address, that they eternally seem to suffer actual misery in their attempts to look gay and careless. Then their pride heads them back at one turn, their poverty at another, their pedantry at a third, their _mauvaise honte_ at a fourth; and with so many obstacles to make them bolt off the course, it is positively impossible they should win the plate. No, Harry, it is the grave folk in Old England who have to fear a Caledonian invasion--they will make no conquests in the world of fashion. Excellent bankers the Scots may be, for they are eternally calculating how to add interest to princ.i.p.al;--good soldiers, for they are, if not such heroes as they would be thought, as brave, I suppose, as their neighbours, and much more amenable to discipline;--lawyers they are born; indeed every country gentleman is bred one, and their patient and crafty disposition enables them, in other lines, to submit to hardships which other natives could not bear, and avail themselves of advantages which others would let pa.s.s under their noses unavailingly. But a.s.suredly Heaven did not form the Caledonian for the gay world; and his efforts at ease, grace, and gaiety, resemble only the clumsy gambols of the a.s.s in the fable. Yet the Scot has his sphere too, (in his own country only,) where the character which he a.s.sumes is allowed to pa.s.s current. This Mowbray, now--this brother-in-law of mine--might do pretty well at a Northern Meeting, or the Leith races, where he could give five minutes to the sport of the day, and the next half hour to county politics, or to farming; but it is scarce necessary to tell you, Harry, that this half fellowship will not pa.s.s on the better side of the Tweed.
"Yet, for all I have told you, this trout was not easily tickled; nor should I have made much of him, had he not, in the plenitude of his northern conceit, entertained that notion of my being a good subject of plunder, which you had contrived (blessings on your contriving brain!) to insinuate into him by means of Wolverine. He commenced this hopeful experiment, and, as you must have antic.i.p.ated, caught a Tartar with a vengeance. Of course, I used my victory only so far as to secure his interest in accomplishing my princ.i.p.al object; and yet, I could see my gentleman"s pride was so much injured in the course of the negotiation, that not all the advantages which the match offered to his d.a.m.ned family, were able entirely to subdue the chagrin arising from his defeat. He did gulp it down, though, and we are friends and allies, for the present at least--not so cordially so, however, as to induce me to trust him with the whole of the strangely complicated tale. The circ.u.mstance of the will it was necessary to communicate, as affording a sufficiently strong reason for urging my suit; and this partial disclosure enabled me for the present to dispense with farther confidence.
"You will observe, that I stand by no means secure; and besides the chance of my cousin"s reappearance--a certain event, unless he is worse than I dare hope for--I have perhaps to expect the fantastic repugnance of Clara herself, or some sulky freak on her brother"s part.--In a word--and let it be such a one as conjurers raise the devil with--Harry Jekyl, I _want_ you.
"As well knowing the nature of my friend, I can a.s.sure you that his own interest, as well as mine, may be advanced by his coming hither on duty. Here is a blockhead, whom I already mentioned, Sir Bingo Binks, with whom something may be done worth _your_ while, though scarce worth _mine_. The Baronet is a perfect buzzard, and when I came here he was under Mowbray"s training. But the awkward Scot had plucked half-a-dozen penfeathers from his wing with so little precaution, that the Baronet has become frightened and shy, and is now in the act of rebelling against Mowbray, whom he both hates and fears--the least backing from a knowing hand like you, and the bird becomes your own, feathers and all.--Moreover,
----"by my life, This Bingo hath a mighty pretty wife."
A lovely woman, Harry--rather plump, and above the middle size--quite your taste--A Juno in beauty, looking with such scorn on her husband, whom she despises and hates, and seeming, as if she _could_ look so differently on any one whom she might like better, that, on my faith, "twere sin not to give her occasion. If you please to venture your luck, either with the knight or the lady, you shall have fair play, and no interference--that is, provided you appear upon this summons; for, otherwise, I may be so placed, that the affairs of the knight and the lady may fall under my own immediate cognizance. And so, Harry, if you wish to profit by these hints, you had best make haste, as well for your own concerns, as to a.s.sist me in mine.--Yours, Harry, as you behave yourself,
"ETHERINGTON."
Having finished this eloquent and instructive epistle, the young Earl demanded the attendance of his own valet Solmes, whom he charged to put it into the post-office without delay, and with his own hand.
AUTHOR"S NOTES.
Note I., p. 14.--BUILDING-FEUS IN SCOTLAND.
In Scotland a village is erected upon a species of landright, very different from the copyhold so frequent in England. Every alienation or sale of landed property must be made in the shape of a feudal conveyance, and the party who acquires it holds thereby an absolute and perfect right of property in the fief, while he discharges the stipulations of the va.s.sal, and, above all, pays the feu-duties. The va.s.sal or tenant of the site of the smallest cottage holds his possession as absolutely as the proprietor, of whose large estate it is perhaps scarce a perceptible portion. By dint of excellent laws, the sasines, or deeds of delivery of such fiefs, are placed on record in such order, that every burden affecting the property can be seen for payment of a very moderate fee; so that a person proposing to lend money upon it, knows exactly the nature and extent of his security.
From the nature of these landrights being so explicit and secure, the Scottish people have been led to entertain a jealousy of building-leases, of however long duration. Not long ago, a great landed proprietor took the latter mode of disposing of some ground near a thriving town in the west country. The number of years in the lease was settled at nine hundred and ninety-nine. All was agreed to, and the deeds were ordered to be drawn. But the tenant, as he walked down the avenue, began to reflect that the lease, though so very long as to be almost perpetual, nevertheless had a termination; and that after the lapse of a thousand years, lacking one, the connexion of his family and representatives with the estate would cease. He took a qualm at the thought of the loss to be sustained by his posterity a thousand years hence; and going back to the house of the gentleman who feued the ground, he demanded, and readily obtained, the additional term of fifty years to be added to the lease.
Note II., p. 90.--DARK LADYE.
The Dark Ladye is one of those tantalizing fragments, in which Mr.
Coleridge has shown us what exquisite powers of poetry he has suffered to remain uncultivated. Let us be thankful for what we have received, however. The unfashioned ore, drawn from so rich a mine, is worth all to which art can add its highest decorations, when drawn from less abundant sources. The verses beginning the poem which are published separately, are said to have soothed the last hours of Mr. Fox. They are the stanzas ent.i.tled LOVE.
Note III., p. 252.--MAGO-PICO.
This satire, very popular even in Scotland, at least with one party, was composed at the expense of a reverend presbyterian divine, of whom many stories are preserved, being Mr. Pyet, the Mago-Pico of the Tale, minister of Dunbar. The work is now little known in Scotland, and not at all in England, though written with much strong and coa.r.s.e humour, resembling the style of Arbuthnot. It was composed by Mr. Haliburton, a military chaplain. The distresses attending Mago-Pico"s bachelor life, are thus stated:--
"At the same time I desire you will only figure out to yourself his situation during his celibacy in the ministerial charge--a house lying all heaps upon heaps; his bed ill-made, swarming with fleas, and very cold on the winter nights; his sheep"s-head not to be eaten for wool and hair, his broth singed, his bread mouldy, his lamb and pig all scouthered, his house neither washed nor plastered; his black stockings darned with white worsted above the shoes; his b.u.t.ter made into cat"s harns; his cheese one heap of mites and maggots, and full of large avenues for rats and mice to play at hide-and-seek and make their nests in. Frequent were the admonitions he had given his maid-servants on this score, and every now and then he was turning them off; but still the last was the worst, and in the meanwhile the poor man was the sufferer. At any rate, therefore, matrimony must turn to his account, though his wife should prove to be nothing but a creature of the feminine gender, with a tongue in her head, and ten fingers on her hands, to clear out the papers of the housemaid, not to mention the convenience of a man"s having it in his power lawfully to beget sons and daughters in his own house."--_Memoirs of Mago-Pico. Second edition. Edinburgh_, 1761, p.
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