A little behind two st.u.r.dy porters, laden with a box apiece, blocked up the doorway, and loomed large across the garden.
"Eh, Duncan, but this is an awesome place," cried my grandmother. "So many folk, and it"s pay this, and so much for that! It"s a fair disgrace. There"s no man in Eden Valley that wadna hae been pleased to gie me a lift from the coach wi" my bit boxes. But here, certes, it"s sae muckle for liftin" them up and sae muckle more for settin" them doon, and to crown a" a saxpence to a laddie for showin" me the road to your house! It"s a terrible difference to Heathknowes, laddie. Now, I wadna wonder if ye hae to pay for your very firewood!"
I a.s.sured her that we had neither peat nor woodcutting privileges on the Meadows, and to change the subject asked her if she would not go up and see Irma.
"A" in guid time," she said. "I hae a word or two to ask ye first, laddie. No that muckle is to be expected o" a man that wad write to puir Janet Lyon instead o" to _me_, Duncan MacAlpine!"
As I did not volunteer anything, she exclaimed, stamping her foot, "Dinna stand there glowering at me. Man alive, Duncan lad, ye can hae no idea how like an eediot ye can look when ye put your mind to it!"
I had been reared in the knowledge that it was a vain thing to argue with my grandmother, so I listened patiently to all she had to say, and I answered, to the best of my ability, all the questions she asked. Most she seemed to have no need to ask at all, for she knew the answers before they were out of my mouth, and paid no attention to my words when I did get in a word.
"Humph, you are stupider than most men, and that"s saying no trifle!"
was her comment when all was finished.
I asked Mary Lyon if there was nothing I could do to a.s.sist her--help with her unpacking, or any trifle like that.
"Aye, there is," she answered, with her old verve, "get out o" the house, man, and leave me to my work while you do yours."
I took my hat, the cane which the Advocate had given me, and with them my way to the office of the _Universal Review._ I had a busy day, which perhaps was as well, for all the time my mind was wandering disconsolate about the little white house above the Meadows.
I returned to find all well, my supper laid in the kitchen and the contents of grandmother"s trunks apparently filling the rest of the house. Irma gave me a little, perfunctory kiss; said, "Oh, if you could only----!" and so vanished to where my grandmother was unfolding still more things and other treasures to the rustle of fine tissue paper, and the gasps and little hand-clappings of Irma.
Those who know my grandmother do not need to be told that she took possession of our house and all that was therein, of Irma so completely that practically I was only allowed to bid my wife "Good-morning" under the strictest supervision, and of Mistress Pathrick--who, after one sole taste of my grandmother"s tongue, had retired defeated with the muttered criticism that "that tongue o" the auld leddy"s could ding a" the Luckenbooths--aye, and the West Bow as weel." However, once subjected, she proved a kindly and a willing slave. I have, however, my suspicions that in these days Mr. Pathrick McGrier, ex-janitor of the Latin cla.s.sroom, had but a poor time of it so far as the preparation of his meals went, and as to housekeeping she was simply not there.
For she slept now under the stairs in a lair she had rigged up for herself, which she said was "rale comfortable," but certainly to the unaccustomed had an air of great stuffiness.
But I need not write at large what, after all, is no unique experience.
One night, upon my grandmother"s pressing invitation, I walked out on Bruntsfield Links, and kicked stones into the golfers" holes for something to do. It was full moon, I remember, and away to the north the city slept while St. Giles jangled fitfully. I had come there to be away from the little white house, where Irma was pa.s.sing through the first peril of great waters which makes women"s faces different ever after--a few harder, most softer, none ever the same.
Ten times I came near, stumbling on the short turf, my feet numb and uncertain beneath me, my limbs flageolating, and my heart rent with a man"s helplessness. I called upon G.o.d as I had not done in my life before. I had been like many men--so long as I could help myself, I saw no great reason for troubling the Almighty who had already so much on His hands. But now I could do nothing. I had an appalling sense of impotence. So I remembered that He was All-powerful, and just because I had never asked anything with true fervour before, He would the more surely give this to me. So at least I argued as I prayed.
And, sure enough, the very next time I coasted the northern sh.o.r.e of the Meadows, as near as I dared, there came one running towards me, clear in the moonlight--Mistress Pathrick it was and no other.
"A laddie--a fine laddie!" she panted, waving both her hands in her enthusiasm.
"And Irma?" I cried, for that did not interest me at that moment, no, not a pennyworth.
"A bhoy--as foine a bhoy----"
"Tell me, how is Irma?" I shouted--"quick!"
"Wud turn the scale at eleven, divil a ounce less----"
"Woman, tell me how is my wife!" I thundered, lifting up my hands, "or I"ll twist your foolish neck!"
"Keep us!" said Mrs. Pathrick, "why, how should she be? Did ye expect she would be up and bating the carpets?"
In half-a-dozen springs, as it seemed, I was within the gate. Then the clear, shrill wail with which a new soul prisoned in an unfamiliar body trumpets its discontent with the vanities of this world stopped me dead.
Scarce knowing what I did, I took off my boots. I trod softly.
There was a hush now in the house--a sudden stoppage of that shrill bugle-note. I came upon my grandmother, as it seemed, moulding a little ruddy bundle, with as much apparent ease and absence of fuss as if it had been a pat of b.u.t.ter in the dairy at home.
And when she put my firstborn son into my arms, I had no high thoughts.
I trembled, indeed, but it was with fear lest I should drop him.
Presently his nurse took him again, grumbling at the innate and incurable handlessness of men. Could I see Irma? Certainly not. What would I be doing, disturbing the poor thing? Very likely she was asleep.
Oh, I had promised to go, had I? Well, she had nothing to do with that.
But Irma would be expecting me! Oh, as to that, lad, lad, do not trouble yourself. She will be resting in a peace like the peace of the Lord, as you might know, if ever a man could know anything about such things.
Just for a minute? Well, then--a minute, and no more. Mind, she, Mary Lyon, would be at the door. I was not to speak even.
As I went in, Irma lifted her arms a little way and then let them fall.
There was a kind of shiny dew on her face, little but chill to the touch of my lips. And, ah, how wistful her smile!
"Your ... little ... girl," she whispered, "has deserved ... well ... of her country. I hope he will be brave ... like his father. I prayed all might be well ... for your sake, my dear. His name is to be Duncan....
Yes, Duncan Louis Maitland!"
I had been kneeling at the bedside, kneeling and, well--perhaps sobbing.
But at that moment I felt a hand on my collar. The next I was on my feet, and so, with only one glimpse of Irma"s smile at my fate, I found myself outside the room.
"What was it I telled ye?--Not to excite her! Was it no?"
And Mary Lyon showed me the way down to the kitchen, which I had forgotten, where, on condition of not making a noise, I was to be permitted for the present to abide.
"But mind you," she added, threateningly, "not a foot-sole are ye to set on thae stairs withoot my permission. Or, my certes, lad, but ye will hear aboot it!"
Decidedly I was a man under authority. The extraordinary thing was that I was cautioned to make no noise, and there in the next room was that red imp yelling the roof off, yet neither of his female relatives seemed to mind in the least, though his remarks interfered very seriously with the article on "Irrigation Systems of Southern Europe,"
which I was working up for the _Universal_.
But when was a mere man (and breadwinner) considered at such times?
In all truly Christian and charitable cities refuges should be built for temporarily dispossessed, homeless, and hungry heads of families.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
THE SUPPLANTER
Never did I realize so clearly the difference between what interests the people in a great city and those inhabiting remote provinces as when, in mid-August, I took Irma and my firstborn son down to the wholesome breath and quiet pine shadows of Heathknowes. I had seen the autumnal number of the _Universal_ safe into its wrapper of orange and purple. In Edinburgh the old town and the new alike thrilled and hummed with the noise of a contested election. There were processions, hustings, battles royal everywhere, the night made hideous, the day insupportable.
But here, looking from the door out of the sheltering arms of Marnhoul wood into the peace of the Valley, the ear could discern only the hum of the pirn-mill buzzing like a giant insect in the greenest of the shade, and farther off the whisper of the sea on the beaches and coves about Killantringan.
Now we had taken rather a roundabout road and rested some nights on the way, for I had business at Glasgow--a great and notable professor to visit at the college, and in the library several ma.n.u.scripts to consult.
So Irma remained with the Wondrous Duncan the Second at the inn of the White Horse, where the coach stopped.
When I came back I thought that Irma"s face looked a trifle flushed. I discovered that, having asked the hostler to polish her shoes, he had refused with the rudeness common to his cla.s.s when only rooms of the cheaper sort are engaged. Whereupon Irma, who would not let her temper get the better of her, had forthwith gone down to the pantry, taken the utensils and done them herself.