"Nor wi" huz for sax months," echoed Mrs. Shortcake--"He"s but a brunt crust."
"There"s a letter," interrupted the trusty postmistress, "from his son, the captain, I"m thinking--the seal has the same things wi" the Knockwinnock carriage. He"ll be coming hame to see what he can save out o" the fire."
The baronet thus dismissed, they took up the esquire--"Twa letters for Monkbarns--they"re frae some o" his learned friends now; see sae close as they"re written, down to the very seal--and a" to save sending a double letter--that"s just like Monkbarns himsell. When he gets a frank he fills it up exact to the weight of an unce, that a carvy-seed would sink the scale--but he"s neer a grain abune it. Weel I wot I wad be broken if I were to gie sic weight to the folk that come to buy our pepper and brimstone, and suchlike sweetmeats."
"He"s a shabby body the laird o" Monkbarns," said Mrs. Heukbane; "he"ll make as muckle about buying a forequarter o" lamb in August as about a back sey o" beef. Let"s taste another drop of the sinning" (perhaps she meant cinnamon) "waters, Mrs. Mailsetter, my dear. Ah, la.s.ses! an ye had kend his brother as I did--mony a time he wad slip in to see me wi" a brace o" wild deukes in his pouch, when my first gudeman was awa at the Falkirk tryst--weel, weel--we"se no speak o" that e"enow."
"I winna say ony ill o"this Monkbarns," said Mrs. Shortcake; "his brother neer brought me ony wild-deukes, and this is a douce honest man; we serve the family wi" bread, and he settles wi" huz ilka week--only he was in an unco kippage when we sent him a book instead o" the nick-sticks,* whilk, he said, were the true ancient way o" counting between tradesmen and customers; and sae they are, nae doubt."
* Note E. Nick-sticks.
"But look here, la.s.ses," interrupted Mrs. Mailsetter, "here"s a sight for sair e"en! What wad ye gie to ken what"s in the inside o" this letter? This is new corn--I haena seen the like o" this--For William Lovel, Esquire, at Mrs. Hadoway"s, High Street, Fairport, by Edinburgh, N. B. This is just the second letter he has had since he was here."
"Lord"s sake, let"s see, la.s.s!--Lord"s sake, let"s see!--that"s him that the hale town kens naething about--and a weel-fa"ard lad he is; let"s see, let"s see!" Thus e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the two worthy representatives of mother Eve.
"Na, na, sirs," exclaimed Mrs. Mailsetter; "haud awa--bide aff, I tell you; this is nane o" your fourpenny cuts that we might make up the value to the post-office amang ourselves if ony mischance befell it;--the postage is five-and-twenty shillings--and here"s an order frae the Secretary to forward it to the young gentleman by express, if he"s no at hame. Na, na, sirs, bide aff;--this maunna be roughly guided."
"But just let"s look at the outside o"t, woman."
Nothing could be gathered from the outside, except remarks on the various properties which philosophers ascribe to matter,--length, breadth, depth, and weight, The packet was composed of strong thick paper, imperviable by the curious eyes of the gossips, though they stared as if they would burst from their sockets. The seal was a deep and well-cut impression of arms, which defied all tampering.
"Od, la.s.s," said Mrs. Shortcake, weighing it in her hand, and wishing, doubtless, that the too, too solid wax would melt and dissolve itself, "I wad like to ken what"s in the inside o" this, for that Lovel dings a"
that ever set foot on the plainstanes o" Fairport--naebody kens what to make o" him."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Mrs. Heukbane and Mrs. Shortcake]
"Weel, weel, leddies," said the postmistress, "we"se sit down and crack about it.--Baby, bring ben the tea-water--Muckle obliged to ye for your cookies, Mrs. Shortcake--and we"ll steek the shop, and cry ben Baby, and take a hand at the cartes till the gudeman comes hame--and then we"ll try your braw veal sweetbread that ye were so kind as send me, Mrs.
Heukbane."
"But winna ye first send awa Mr. Lovel"s letter?" said Mrs. Heukbane.
"Troth I kenna wha to send wi"t till the gudeman comes hame, for auld Caxon tell"d me that Mr. Lovel stays a" the day at Monkbarns--he"s in a high fever, wi" pu"ing the laird and Sir Arthur out o" the sea."
"Silly auld doited carles!" said Mrs. Shortcake; "what gar"d them gang to the douking in a night like yestreen!"
"I was gi"en to understand it was auld Edie that saved them," said Mrs.
Heukbane--"Edie Ochiltree, the Blue-Gown, ye ken; and that he pu"d the hale three out of the auld fish-pound, for Monkbarns had threepit on them to gang in till"t to see the wark o" the monks lang syne."
"Hout, la.s.s, nonsense!" answered the postmistress; "I"ll tell ye, a"
about it, as Caxon tell"d it to me. Ye see, Sir Arthur and Miss Wardour, and Mr. Lovel, suld hae dined at Monkbarns"--
"But, Mrs. Mailsetter," again interrupted Mrs. Heukbane, "will ye no be for sending awa this letter by express?--there"s our powny and our callant hae gane express for the office or now, and the powny hasna gane abune thirty mile the day;--Jock was sorting him up as I came ower by."
"Why, Mrs. Heukbane," said the woman of letters, pursing up her mouth, "ye ken my gudeman likes to ride the expresses himsell--we maun gie our ain fish-guts to our ain sea-maws--it"s a red half-guinea to him every time he munts his mear; and I dare say he"ll be in sune--or I dare to say, it"s the same thing whether the gentleman gets the express this night or early next morning."
"Only that Mr. Lovel will be in town before the express gaes aff," said Mrs. Heukbane; "and where are ye then, la.s.s? But ye ken yere ain ways best."
"Weel, weel, Mrs. Heukbane," answered Mrs. Mailsetter, a little out of humour, and even out of countenance, "I am sure I am never against being neighbour-like, and living and letting live, as they say; and since I hae been sic a fule as to show you the post-office order--ou, nae doubt, it maun be obeyed. But I"ll no need your callant, mony thanks to ye--I"ll send little Davie on your powny, and that will be just five-and-threepence to ilka ane o" us, ye ken."
"Davie! the Lord help ye, the bairn"s no ten year auld; and, to be plain wi" ye, our powny reists a bit, and it"s dooms sweer to the road, and naebody can manage him but our Jock."
"I"m sorry for that," answered the postmistress, gravely; "it"s like we maun wait then till the gudeman comes hame, after a"--for I wadna like to be responsible in trusting the letter to sic a callant as Jock--our Davie belangs in a manner to the office."
"Aweel, aweel, Mrs. Mailsetter, I see what ye wad be at--but an ye like to risk the bairn, I"ll risk the beast."
Orders were accordingly given. The unwilling pony was brought out of his bed of straw, and again equipped for service--Davie (a leathern post-bag strapped across his shoulders) was perched upon the saddle, with a tear in his eye, and a switch in his hand. Jock good-naturedly led the animal out of town, and, by the crack of his whip, and the whoop and halloo of his too well-known voice, compelled it to take the road towards Monkbarns.
Meanwhile the gossips, like the sibyls after consulting their leaves, arranged and combined the information of the evening, which flew next morning through a hundred channels, and in a hundred varieties, through the world of Fairport. Many, strange, and inconsistent, were the rumours to which their communications and conjectures gave rise. Some said Tennant and Co. were broken, and that all their bills had come back protested--others that they had got a great contract from Government, and letters from the princ.i.p.al merchants at Glasgow, desiring to have shares upon a premium. One report stated, that Lieutenant Taffril had acknowledged a private marriage with Jenny Caxon--another, that he had sent her a letter upbraiding her with the lowness of her birth and education, and bidding her an eternal adieu. It was generally rumoured that Sir Arthur Wardour"s affairs had fallen into irretrievable confusion, and this report was only doubted by the wise, because it was traced to Mrs. Mailsetter"s shop,--a source more famous for the circulation of news than for their accuracy. But all agreed that a packet from the Secretary of State"s office, had arrived, directed for Mr. Lovel, and that it had been forwarded by an orderly dragoon, despatched from the head-quarters at Edinburgh, who had galloped through Fairport without stopping, except just to inquire the way to Monkbarns.
The reason of such an extraordinary mission to a very peaceful and retired individual, was variously explained. Some said Lovel was an emigrant n.o.ble, summoned to head an insurrection that had broken out in La Vende"e--others that he was a spy--others that he was a general officer, who was visiting the coast privately--others that he was a prince of the blood, who was travelling incognito.
Meanwhile the progress of the packet which occasioned so much speculation, towards its destined owner at Monkbarns, had been perilous and interrupted. The bearer, Davie Mailsetter, as little resembling a bold dragoon as could well be imagined, was carried onwards towards Monkbarns by the pony, so long as the animal had in his recollection the crack of his usual instrument of chastis.e.m.e.nt, and the shout of the butcher"s boy. But feeling how Davie, whose short legs were unequal to maintain his balance, swung to and fro upon his back, the pony began to disdain furthur compliance with the intimations he had received. First, then, he slackened his pace to a walk This was no point of quarrel between him and his rider, who had been considerably discomposed by the rapidity of his former motion, and who now took the opportunity of his abated pace to gnaw a piece of gingerbread, which had been thrust into his hand by his mother in order to reconcile this youthful emissary of the post-office to the discharge of his duty. By and by, the crafty pony availed himself of this surcease of discipline to twitch the rein out of Davies hands, and applied himself to browse on the gra.s.s by the side of the lane. Sorely astounded by these symptoms of self-willed rebellion, and afraid alike to sit or to fall, poor Davie lifted up his voice and wept aloud. The pony, hearing this pudder over his head, began apparently to think it would be best both for himself and Davie to return from whence they came, and accordingly commenced a retrograde movement towards Fairport. But, as all retreats are apt to end in utter rout, so the steed, alarmed by the boy"s cries, and by the flapping of the reins, which dangled about his forefeet--finding also his nose turned homeward, began to set off at a rate which, if Davie kept the saddle (a matter extremely dubious), would soon have presented him at Heukbane"s stable-door,--when, at a turn of the road, an intervening auxiliary, in the shape of old Edie Ochiltree, caught hold of the rein, and stopped his farther proceeding. "Wha"s aught ye, callant? whaten a gate"s that to ride?"
"I canna help it!" blubbered the express; "they ca" me little Davie."
"And where are ye gaun?"
"I"m gaun to Monkbarns wi" a letter."
"Stirra, this is no the road to Monkbarns."
But Davie could oinly answer the expostulation with sighs and tears.
Old Edie was easily moved to compa.s.sion where childhood was in the case.--"I wasna gaun that gate," he thought, "but it"s the best o" my way o" life that I canna be weel out o" my road. They"ll gie me quarters at Monkbarns readily eneugh, and I"ll e"en hirple awa there wi" the wean, for it will knock its hams out, puir thing, if there"s no somebody to guide the pony.--Sae ye hae a letter, hinney? will ye let me see"t?"
"I"m no gaun to let naebody see the letter," sobbed the boy, "till I gie"t to Mr. Lovel, for I am a faithfu" servant o" the office--if it werena for the powny."
"Very right, my little man," said Ochiltree, turning the reluctant pony"s head towards Monkbarns; "but we"ll guide him atween us, if he"s no a" the sweerer."
Upon the very height of Kinprunes, to which Monkbarns had invited Lovel after their dinner, the Antiquary, again reconciled to the once degraded spot, was expatiating upon the topics the scenery afforded for a description of Agricola"s camp at the dawn of morning, when his eye was caught by the appearance of the mendicant and his protegee. "What the devil!--here comes Old Edie, bag and baggage, I think."
The beggar explained his errand, and Davie, who insisted upon a literal execution of his commission by going on to Monkbarns, was with difficulty prevailed upon to surrender the packet to its proper owner, although he met him a mile nearer than the place he had been directed to. "But my minnie said, I maun be sure to get twenty shillings and five shillings for the postage, and ten shillings and sixpence for the express--there"s the paper."
"Let me see--let me see," said Oldbuck, putting on his spectacles, and examining the crumpled copy of regulations to which Davie appealed.
"Express, per man and horse, one day, not to exceed ten shillings and sixpence. One day? why, it"s not an hour--Man and horse? why, "tis a monkey on a starved cat!"
"Father wad hae come himsell," said Davie, "on the muckle red mear, an ye wad hae bidden till the morn"s night."
"Four-and-twenty hours after the regular date of delivery! You little c.o.c.katrice egg, do you understand the art of imposition so early?"
"Hout Monkbarns! dinna set your wit against a bairn," said the beggar; "mind the butcher risked his beast, and the wife her wean, and I am sure ten and sixpence isna ower muckle. Ye didna gang sae near wi" Johnnie Howie, when"--
Lovel, who, sitting on the supposed Praetorium, had glanced over the contents of the packet, now put an end to the altercation by paying Davies demand; and then turning to Mr. Oldbuck, with a look of much agitation, he excused himself from returning with him to Monkbarns" that evening.--"I must instantly go to Fairport, and perhaps leave it on a moment"s notice;--your kindness, Mr. Oldbuck, I can never forget."
"No bad news, I hope?" said the Antiquary.
"Of a very chequered complexion," answered his friend. "Farewell--in good or bad fortune I will not forget your regard."
"Nay, nay--stop a moment. If--if--" (making an effort)--"if there be any pecuniary inconvenience--I have fifty--or a hundred guineas at your service--till--till Whitsunday--or indeed as long as you please."