"You would have him escape," resumed she, fixing her eyes on him sternly.
"By c.o.c.k and pie," replied Hildebrod, "did it depend on me, the murdering cut-throat should hang as high as ever Haman did--but let me take my time. He has friends among us, that you wot well; and all that should a.s.sist me are as drunk as fiddlers."
"I will have revenge--I will have it," repeated she; "and take heed you trifle not with me."
"Trifle! I would sooner trifle with a she-bear the minute after they had baited her. I tell you, mistress, be but patient, and we will have him. I know all his haunts, and he cannot forbear them long; and I will have trap-doors open for him. You cannot want justice, mistress, for you have the means to get it."
"They who help me in my revenge," said Martha, "shall share those means."
"Enough said," replied Hildebrod; "and now I would have you go to my house, and get something hot--you will be but dreary here by yourself."
"I will send for the old char-woman," replied Martha, "and we have the stranger gentleman, besides."
"Umph, umph--the stranger gentleman!" said Hildebrod to Nigel, whom he drew a little apart. "I fancy the captain has made the stranger gentleman"s fortune when he was making a bold dash for his own. I can tell your honour--I must not say lordship--that I think my having chanced to give the greasy buff-and-iron scoundrel some hint of what I recommended to you to-day, has put him on this rough game. The better for you--you will get the cash without the father-in-law.--You will keep conditions, I trust?"
"I wish you had said nothing to any one of a scheme so absurd," said Nigel.
"Absurd!--Why, think you she will not have thee? Take her with the tear in her eye, man--take her with the tear in her eye. Let me hear from you to-morrow. Good-night, good-night--a nod is as good as a wink. I must to my business of sealing and locking up. By the way, this horrid work has put all out of my head.--Here is a fellow from Mr. Lowestoffe has been asking to see you. As he said his business was express, the Senate only made him drink a couple of flagons, and he was just coming to beat up your quarters when this breeze blew up.-- Ahey, friend! there is Master Nigel Grahame."
A young man, dressed in a green plush jerkin, with a badge on the sleeve, and having the appearance of a waterman, approached and took Nigel aside, while Duke Hildebrod went from place to place to exercise his authority, and to see the windows fastened, and the doors of the apartment locked up. The news communicated by Lowestoffe"s messenger were not the most pleasant. They were intimated in a courteous whisper to Nigel, to the following effect:--That Master Lowestoffe prayed him to consult his safety by instantly leaving Whitefriars, for that a warrant from the Lord Chief-Justice had been issued out for apprehending him, and would be put in force to-morrow, by the a.s.sistance of a party of musketeers, a force which the Alsatians neither would nor dared to resist.
"And so, squire," said the aquatic emissary, "my wherry is to wait you at the Temple Stairs yonder, at five this morning, and, if you would give the blood-hounds the slip, why, you may."
"Why did not Master Lowestoffe write to me?" said Nigel.
"Alas! the good gentleman lies up in lavender for it himself, and has as little to do with pen and ink as if he were a parson."
"Did he send any token to me?" said Nigel.
"Token!--ay, marry did he--token enough, an I have not forgot it," said the fellow; then, giving a hoist to the waistband of his breeches, he said,--" Ay, I have it--you were to believe me, because your name was written with an O, for Grahame. Ay, that was it, I think.--Well, shall we meet in two hours, when tide turns, and go down the river like a twelve-oared barge?"
"Where is the king just now, knowest thou?" answered Lord Glenvarloch.
"The king! why, he went down to Greenwich yesterday by water, like a n.o.ble sovereign as he is, who will always float where he can. He was to have hunted this week, but that purpose is broken, they say; and the Prince, and the Duke, and all of them at Greenwich, are as merry as minnows."
"Well," replied Nigel, "I will be ready to go at five; do thou come hither to carry my baggage."
"Ay, ay, master," replied the fellow, and left the house mixing himself with the disorderly attendants of Duke Hildebrod, who were now retiring. That potentate entreated Nigel to make fast the doors behind him, and, pointing to the female who sat by the expiring fire with her limbs outstretched, like one whom the hand of Death had already arrested, he whispered, "Mind your hits, and mind your bargain, or I will cut your bow-string for you before you can draw it."
Feeling deeply the ineffable brutality which could recommend the prosecuting such views over a wretch in such a condition, Lord Glenvarloch yet commanded his temper so far as to receive the advice in silence, and attend to the former part of it, by barring the door carefully behind Duke Hildebrod and his suite, with the tacit hope that he should never again see or hear of them. He then returned to the kitchen, in which the unhappy woman remained, her hands still clenched, her eyes fixed, and her limbs extended, like those of a person in a trance. Much moved by her situation, and with the prospect which lay before her, he endeavoured to awaken her to existence by every means in his power, and at length apparently succeeded in dispelling her stupor, and attracting her attention. He then explained to her that he was in the act of leaving Whitefriars in a few hours-- that his future destination was uncertain, but that he desired anxiously to know whether he could contribute to her protection by apprizing any friend of her situation, or otherwise. With some difficulty she seemed to comprehend his meaning, and thanked him with her usual short ungracious manner. "He might mean well," she said, "but he ought to know that the miserable had no friends."
Nigel said, "He would not willingly be importunate, but, as he was about to leave the Friars--" She interrupted him-- "You are about to leave the Friars? I will go with you."
"You go with me!" exclaimed Lord Glenvarloch.
"Yes," she said, "I will persuade my father to leave this murdering den." But, as she spoke, the more perfect recollection of what had pa.s.sed crowded on her mind. She hid her face in her hands, and burst out into a dreadful fit of sobs, moans, and lamentations, which terminated in hysterics, violent in proportion to the uncommon strength of her body and mind.
Lord Glenvarloch, shocked, confused, and inexperienced, was about to leave the house in quest of medical, or at least female a.s.sistance; but the patient, when the paroxysm had somewhat spent its force, held him fast by the sleeve with one hand, covering her face with the other, while a copious flood of tears came to relieve the emotions of grief by which she had been so violently agitated.
"Do not leave me," she said--"do not leave me, and call no one. I have never been in this way before, and would not now," she said, sitting upright, and wiping her eyes with her ap.r.o.n,--"would not now--but that--but that he loved me. if he loved nothing else that was human- -To die so, and by such hands!"
And again the unhappy woman gave way to a paroxysm of sorrow, mingling her tears with sobbing, wailing, and all the abandonment of female grief, when at its utmost height. At length, she gradually recovered the austerity of her natural composure, and maintained it as if by a forcible exertion of resolution, repelling, as she spoke, the repeated returns of the hysterical affection, by such an effort as that by which epileptic patients are known to suspend the recurrence of their fits. Yet her mind, however resolved, could not so absolutely overcome the affection of her nerves, but that she was agitated by strong fits of trembling, which, for a minute or two at a time, shook her whole frame in a manner frightful to witness. Nigel forgot his own situation, and, indeed, every thing else, in the interest inspired by the unhappy woman before him--an interest which affected a proud spirit the more deeply, that she herself, with correspondent highness of mind, seemed determined to owe as little as possible either to the humanity or the pity of others.
"I am not wont to be in this way," she said,--"but--but--Nature will have power over the frail beings it has made. Over you, sir, I have some right; for, without you, I had not survived this awful night. I wish your aid had been either earlier or later--but you have saved my life, and you are bound to a.s.sist in making it endurable to me."
"If you will show me how it is possible," answered Nigel.
"You are going hence, you say, instantly--carry me with you," said the unhappy woman. "By my own efforts, I shall never escape from this wilderness of guilt and misery."
"Alas! what can I do for you?" replied Nigel. "My own way, and I must not deviate from it, leads me, in all probability, to a dungeon. I might, indeed, transport you from hence with me, if you could afterwards bestow yourself with any friend."
"Friend!" she exclaimed--"I have no friend--they have long since discarded us. A spectre arising from the dead were more welcome than I should be at the doors of those who have disclaimed us; and, if they were willing to restore their friendship to me now, I would despise it, because they withdrew it from him--from him"--(here she underwent strong but suppressed agitation, and then added firmly)--"from him who lies yonder.--I have no friend." Here she paused; and then suddenly, as if recollecting herself, added, "I have no friend, but I have that will purchase many--I have that which will purchase both friends and avengers.--It is well thought of; I must not leave it for a prey to cheats and ruffians.--Stranger, you must return to yonder room. Pa.s.s through it boldly to his--that is, to the sleeping apartment; push the bedstead aside; beneath each of the posts is a bra.s.s plate, as if to support the weight, but it is that upon the left, nearest to the wall, which must serve your turn--press the corner of the plate, and it will spring up and show a keyhole, which this key will open. You will then lift a concealed trap-door, and in a cavity of the floor you will discover a small chest. Bring it hither; it shall accompany our journey, and it will be hard if the contents cannot purchase me a place of refuge."
"But the door communicating with the kitchen has been locked by these people," said Nigel.
"True, I had forgot; they had their reasons for that, doubtless," answered she. "But the secret pa.s.sage from your apartment is open, and you may go that way."
Lord Glenvarloch took the key, and, as he lighted a lamp to show him the way, she read in his countenance some unwillingness to the task imposed.
"You fear?" said she--"there is no cause; the murderer and his victim are both at rest. Take courage, I will go with you myself--you cannot know the trick of the spring, and the chest will be too heavy for you."
"No fear, no fear," answered Lord Glenvarloch, ashamed of the construction she put upon a momentary hesitation, arising from a dislike to look upon what is horrible, often connected with those high-wrought minds which are the last to fear what is merely dangerous--"I will do your errand as you desire; but for you, you must not--cannot go yonder."
"I can--I will," she said. "I am composed. You shall see that I am so." She took from the table a piece of unfinished sewing-work, and, with steadiness and composure, pa.s.sed a silken thread into the eye of a fine needle.--"Could I have done that," she said, with a smile yet more ghastly than her previous look of fixed despair, "had not my heart and hand been both steady?"
She then led the way rapidly up stairs to Nigel"s chamber, and proceeded through the secret pa.s.sage with the same haste, as if she had feared her resolution might have failed her ere her purpose was executed. At the bottom of the stairs she paused a moment, before entering the fatal apartment, then hurried through with a rapid step to the sleeping chamber beyond, followed closely by Lord Glenvarloch, whose reluctance to approach the scene of butchery was altogether lost in the anxiety which he felt on account of the survivor of the tragedy.
Her first action was to pull aside the curtains of her father"s bed. The bed-clothes were thrown aside in confusion, doubtless in the action of his starting from sleep to oppose the entrance of the villains into the next apartment. The hard mattress scarcely showed the slight pressure where the emaciated body of the old miser had been deposited. His daughter sank beside the bed, clasped her hands, and prayed to heaven, in a short and affectionate manner, for support in her affliction, and for vengeance on the villains who had made her fatherless. A low-muttered and still more brief pet.i.tion recommended to Heaven the soul of the sufferer, and invoked pardon for his sins, in virtue of the great Christian atonement.
This duty of piety performed, she signed to Nigel to aid her; and, having pushed aside the heavy bedstead, they saw the bra.s.s plate which Martha had described. She pressed the spring, and, at once, the plate starting up, showed the keyhole, and a large iron ring used in lifting the trap-door, which, when raised, displayed the strong box, or small chest, she had mentioned, and which proved indeed so very weighty, that it might perhaps have been scarcely possible for Nigel, though a very strong man, to have raised it without a.s.sistance.
Having replaced everything as they had found it, Nigel, with such help as his companion was able to afford, a.s.sumed his load, and made a shift to carry it into the next apartment, where lay the miserable owner, insensible to sounds and circ.u.mstances, which, if any thing could have broken his long last slumber, would certainly have done so. His unfortunate daughter went up to his body, and had even the courage to remove the sheet which had been decently disposed over it. She put her hand on the heart, but there was no throb--held a feather to the lips, but there was no motion--then kissed with deep reverence the starting veins of the pale forehead, and then the emaciated hand.
"I would you could hear me," she said,--"Father! I would you could hear me swear, that, if I now save what you most valued on earth, it is only to a.s.sist me in obtaining vengeance for your death."
She replaced the covering, and, without a tear, a sigh, or an additional word of any kind, renewed her efforts, until they conveyed the strong-box betwixt them into Lord Glenvarloch"s sleeping apartment. "It must pa.s.s," she said, "as part of your baggage. I will be in readiness so soon as the waterman calls."
She retired; and Lord Glenvarloch, who saw the hour of their departure approach, tore down a part of the old hanging to make a covering, which he corded upon the trunk, lest the peculiarity of its shape, and the care with which it was banded and counterbanded with bars of steel, might afford suspicions respecting the treasure which it contained. Having taken this measure of precaution, he changed the rascally disguise, which he had a.s.sumed on entering Whitefriars, into a suit becoming his quality, and then, unable to sleep, though exhausted with the events of the night, he threw himself on his bed to await the summons of the waterman.
CHAPTER XXVI.
Give us good voyage, gentle stream--we stun not Thy sober ear with sounds of revelry; Wake not the slumbering echoes of thy banks With voice of flute and horn--we do but seek On the broad pathway of thy swelling bosom To glide in silent safety. _The Double Bridal._ Grey, or rather yellow light, was beginning to twinkle through the fogs of Whitefriars, when a low tap at the door of the unhappy miser announced to Lord Glenvarloch the summons of the boatman. He found at the door the man whom he had seen the night before, with a companion.
"Come, come, master, let us get afloat," said one of them, in a rough impressive whisper, "time and tide wait for no man." "They shall not wait for me," said Lord Glenvarloch; "but I have some things to carry with me."
"Ay, ay--no man will take a pair of oars now, Jack, unless he means to load the wherry like a six-horse waggon. When they don"t want to shift the whole kitt, they take a sculler, and be d--d to them. Come, come, where be your rattle-traps?"
One of the men was soon sufficiently loaded, in his own estimation at least, with Lord Glenvarloch"s mail and its accompaniments, with which burden he began to trudge towards the Temple Stairs. His comrade, who seemed the princ.i.p.al, began to handle the trunk which contained the miser"s treasure, but pitched it down again in an instant, declaring, with a great oath, that it was as reasonable to expect a man to carry Paul"s on his back. The daughter of Trapbois, who had by this time joined them, m.u.f.fled up in a long dark hood and mantle, exclaimed to Lord Glenvarloch--"Let them leave it if they will, let them leave it all; let us but escape from this horrible place."
We have mentioned elsewhere, that Nigel was a very athletic young man, and, impelled by a strong feeling of compa.s.sion and indignation, he showed his bodily strength singularly on this occasion, by seizing on the ponderous strong-box, and, by means of the rope he had cast around it, throwing it on his shoulders, and marching resolutely forward under a weight, which would have sunk to the earth three young gallants, at the least, of our degenerate day. The waterman followed him in amazement, calling out, "Why, master, master, you might as well gie me t"other end on"t!" and anon offered his a.s.sistance to support it in some degree behind, which after the first minute or two Nigel was fain to accept. His strength was almost exhausted when he reached the wherry, which was lying at the Temple Stairs according to appointment; and, when he pitched the trunk into it, the weight sank the bow of the boat so low in the water as well-nigh to overset it.
"We shall have as hard a fare of it," said the waterman to his companion, "as if we were ferrying over an honest bankrupt with all his secreted goods--Ho, ho! good woman, what, are you stepping in for?--our gunwale lies deep enough in the water without live lumber to boot."
"This person comes with me," said Lord Glenvarloch; "she is for the present under my protection."
"Come, come, master," rejoined the fellow, "that is out of my commission. You must not double my freight on me--she may go by land-- and, as for protection, her face will protect her from Berwick to the Land"s End."
"You will not except at my doubling the loading, if I double the fare?" said Nigel, determined on no account to relinquish the protection of this unhappy woman, for which he had already devised some sort of plan, likely now to be baffled by the characteristic rudeness of the Thames watermen.
"Ay, by G--, but I will except, though, "said the fellow with the green plush jacket: "I will overload my wherry neither for love nor money--I love my boat as well as my wife, and a thought better."
"Nay, nay, comrade," said his mate, "that is speaking no true water language. For double fare we are bound to row a witch in her eggsh.e.l.l if she bid us; and so pull away, Jack, and let us have no more prating."
They got into the stream-way accordingly, and, although heavily laden, began to move down the river with reasonable speed.
The lighter vessels which pa.s.sed, overtook, or crossed them, in their course, failed not to a.s.sail them with their boisterous raillery, which was then called water-wit; for which the extreme plainness of Mistress Martha"s features, contrasted with the youth, handsome figure, and good looks of Nigel, furnished the princ.i.p.al topics; while the circ.u.mstance of the boat being somewhat overloaded, did not escape their notice. They were hailed successively, as a grocer"s wife upon a party of pleasure with her eldest apprentice--as an old woman carrying her grandson to school--and as a young strapping Irishman, conveying an ancient maiden to Dr. Rigmarole"s, at Redriffe, who buckles beggars for a tester and a dram of Geneva. All this abuse was retorted in a similar strain of humour by Greenjacket and his companion, who maintained the war of wit with the same alacrity with which they were a.s.sailed.
Meanwhile, Lord Glenvarloch asked his desolate companion if she had thought on any place where she could remain in safety with her property. She confessed, in more detail than formerly, that her father"s character had left her no friends; and that, from the time he had betaken himself to Whitefriars, to escape certain legal consequences of his eager pursuit of gain, she had lived a life of total seclusion; not a.s.sociating with the society which the place afforded, and, by her residence there, as well as her father"s parsimony, effectually cut off from all other company. What she now wished, was, in the first place, to obtain the shelter of a decent lodging, and the countenance of honest people, however low in life, until she should obtain legal advice as to the mode of obtaining justice on her father"s murderer. She had no hesitation to charge the guilt upon Colepepper, (commonly called Peppercull,) whom she knew to be as capable of any act of treacherous cruelty, as he was cowardly, where actual manhood was required. He had been strongly suspected of two robberies before, one of which was coupled with an atrocious murder. He had, she intimated, made pretensions to her hand as the easiest and safest way of obtaining possession of her father"s wealth; and, on her refusing his addresses, if they could be termed so, in the most positive terms, he had thrown out such obscure hints of vengeance, as, joined with some imperfect a.s.saults upon the house, had kept her in frequent alarm, both on her father"s account and her own.
Nigel, but that his feeling of respectful delicacy to the unfortunate woman forebade him to do so, could here have communicated a circ.u.mstance corroborative of her suspicions, which had already occurred to his own mind. He recollected the hint that old Hildebrod threw forth on the preceding night, that some communication betwixt himself and Colepepper had hastened the catastrophe. As this communication related to the plan which Hildebrod had been pleased to form, of promoting a marriage betwixt Nigel himself and the rich heiress of Trapbois, the fear of losing an opportunity not to be regained, together with the mean malignity of a low-bred ruffian, disappointed in a favourite scheme, was most likely to instigate the bravo to the deed of violence which had been committed. The reflection that his own name was in some degree implicated with the causes of this horrid tragedy, doubled Lord Glenvarloch"s anxiety in behalf of the victim whom he had rescued, while at the same time he formed the tacit resolution, that, so soon as his own affairs were put upon some footing, he would contribute all in his power towards the investigation of this b.l.o.o.d.y affair.
After ascertaining from his companion that she could form no better plan of her own, he recommended to her to take up her lodging for the time, at the house of his old landlord, Christie the ship-chandler, at Paul"s Wharf, describing the decency and honesty of that worthy couple, and expressing his hopes that they would receive her into their own house, or recommend her at least to that of some person for whom they would be responsible, until she should have time to enter upon other arrangements for herself.
The poor woman received advice so grateful to her in her desolate condition, with an expression of thanks, brief indeed, but deeper than any thing had yet extracted from the austerity of her natural disposition.
Lord Glenvarloch then proceeded to inform Martha, that certain reasons, connected with his personal safety, called him immediately to Greenwich, and, therefore, it would not be in his power to accompany her to Christie"s house, which he would otherwise have done with pleasure: but, tearing a leaf from his tablet, he wrote on it a few lines, addressed to his landlord, as a man of honesty and humanity, in which he described the bearer as a person who stood in singular necessity of temporary protection and good advice, for which her circ.u.mstances enabled her to make ample acknowledgment. He therefore requested John Christie, as his old and good friend, to afford her the shelter of his roof for a short time; or, if that might not be consistent with his convenience, at least to direct her to a proper lodging-and, finally, he imposed on him the additional, and somewhat more difficult commission, to recommend her to the counsel and services of an honest, at least a reputable and skilful attorney, for the transacting some law business of importance. The note he subscribed with his real name, and, delivering it to his _protegee_, who received it with another deeply uttered "I thank you," which spoke the sterling feelings of her grat.i.tude better than a thousand combined phrases, he commanded the watermen to pull in for Paul"s Wharf, which they were now approaching.
"We have not time," said Green-jacket; "we cannot be stopping every instant."
But, upon Nigel insisting upon his commands being obeyed, and adding, that it was for the purpose of putting the lady ash.o.r.e, the waterman declared that he would rather have her room than her company, and put the wherry alongside the wharf accordingly. Here two of the porters, who ply in such places, were easily induced to undertake the charge of the ponderous strong-box, and at the same time to guide the owner to the well-known mansion of John Christie, with whom all who lived in that neighbourhood were perfectly acquainted.
The boat, much lightened of its load, went down the Thames at a rate increased in proportion. But we must forbear to pursue her in her voyage for a few minutes, since we have previously to mention the issue of Lord Glenvarloch"s recommendation.
Mistress Martha Trapbois reached the shop in perfect safety, and was about to enter it, when a sickening sense of the uncertainty of her situation, and of the singularly painful task of telling her story, came over her so strongly, that she paused a moment at the very threshold of her proposed place of refuge, to think in what manner she could best second the recommendation of the friend whom Providence had raised up to her. Had she possessed that knowledge of the world, from which her habits of life had completely excluded her, she might have known that the large sum of money which she brought along with her, might, judiciously managed, have been a pa.s.sport to her into the mansions of n.o.bles, and the palaces of princes. But, however conscious of its general power, which a.s.sumes so many forms and complexions, she was so inexperienced as to be most unnecessarily afraid that the means by which the wealth had been acquired, might exclude its inheretrix from shelter even in the house of a humble tradesman.
While she thus delayed, a more reasonable cause for hesitation arose, in a considerable noise and altercation within the house, which grew louder and louder as the disputants issued forth upon the street or lane before the door.
The first who entered upon the scene was a tall raw-boned hard- favoured man, who stalked out of the shop hastily, with a gait like that of a Spaniard in a pa.s.sion, who, disdaining to add speed to his locomotion by running, only condescends, in the utmost extremity of his angry haste, to add length to his stride. He faced about, so soon as he was out of the house, upon his pursuer, a decent-looking, elderly, plain tradesman--no other than John Christie himself, the owner of the shop and tenement, by whom he seemed to be followed, and who was in a state of agitation more than is usually expressed by such a person.
"I"ll hear no more on"t," said the personage who first appeared on the scene.--"Sir, I will hear no more on it. Besides being a most false and impudent figment, as I can testify--it is _Scandaalum Magnaatum_, sir--_Scandaalum Magnaatum_" he reiterated with a broad accentuation of the first vowel, well known in the colleges of Edinburgh and Glasgow, which we can only express in print by doubling the said first of letters and of vowels, and which would have cheered the c.o.c.kles of the reigning monarch had he been within hearing,--as he was a severer stickler for what he deemed the genuine p.r.o.nunciation of the Roman tongue, than for any of the royal prerogatives, for which he was at times disposed to insist so strenuously in his speeches to Parliament.
"I care not an ounce of rotten cheese," said John Christie in reply, "what you call it--but it is TRUE; and I am a free Englishman, and have right to speak the truth in my own concerns; and your master is little better than a villain, and you no more than a swaggering c.o.xcomb, whose head I will presently break, as I have known it well broken before on lighter occasion."
And, so saying, he flourished the paring-shovel which usually made clean the steps of his little shop, and which he had caught up as the readiest weapon of working his foeman damage, and advanced therewith upon him. The cautious Scot (for such our readers must have already p.r.o.nounced him, from his language and pedantry) drew back as the enraged ship-chandler approached, but in a surly manner, and bearing his hand on his sword-hilt rather in the act of one who was losing habitual forbearance and caution of deportment, than as alarmed by the attack of an antagonist inferior to himself in youth, strength, and weapons.
"Bide back," he said, "Maister Christie--I say bide back, and consult your safety, man. I have evited striking you in your ain house under muckle provocation, because I am ignorant how the laws here may p.r.o.nounce respecting burglary and hamesucken, and such matters; and, besides, I would not willingly hurt ye, man, e"en on the causeway, that is free to us baith, because I mind your kindness of lang syne, and partly consider ye as a poor deceived creature. But deil d--n me, sir, and I am not wont to swear, but if you touch my Scotch shouther with that shule of yours, I will make six inches of my Andrew Ferrara deevilish intimate with your guts, neighbour."
And therewithal, though still retreating from the brandished shovel, he made one-third of the basket-hilled broadsword which he wore, visible from the sheath. The wrath of John Christie was abated, either by his natural temperance of disposition, or perhaps in part by the glimmer of cold steel, which flashed on him from his adversary"s last action.
"I would do well to cry clubs on thee, and have thee ducked at the wharf," he said, grounding his shovel, however, at the same time, "for a paltry swaggerer, that would draw thy bit of iron there on an honest citizen before his own door; but get thee gone, and reckon on a salt eel for thy supper, if thou shouldst ever come near my house again. I wish it had been at the bottom of the Thames when it first gave the use of its roof to smooth-faced, oily-tongued, double-minded Scots thieves!"
"It"s an ill bird that fouls its own nest," replied his adversary, not perhaps the less bold that he saw matters were taking the turn of a pacific debate; "and a pity it is that a kindly Scot should ever have married in foreign parts, and given life to a purse-proud, pudding- headed, fat-gutted, lean-brained Southron, e"en such as you, Maister Christie. But fare ye weel--fare ye weel, for ever and a day; and, if you quarrel wi" a Scot again, man, say as mickle ill o" himsell as ye like, but say nane of his patron or of his countrymen, or it will scarce be your flat cap that will keep your lang lugs from the sharp abridgement of a Highland whinger, man."
"And, if you continue your insolence to me before my own door, were it but two minutes longer," retorted John Christie, "I will call the constable, and make your Scottish ankles acquainted with an English pair of stocks!"
So saying, he turned to retire into his shop with some show of victory; for his enemy, whatever might be his innate valour, manifested no desire to drive matters to extremity--conscious, perhaps, that whatever advantage he might gain in single combat with Jonn Christie, would be more than overbalanced by incurring an affair with the const.i.tuted authorities of Old England, not at that time apt to be particularly favourable to their new fellow-subjects, in the various successive broils which were then constantly taking place between the individuals of two proud nations, who still retained a stronger sense of their national animosity during centuries, than of their late union for a few years under the government of the same prince.
Mrs. Martha Trapbois had dwelt too long in Alsatia, to be either surprised or terrified at the altercation she had witnessed. Indeed, she only wondered that the debate did not end in some of those acts of violence by which they were usually terminated in the Sanctuary. As the disputants separated from each other, she, who had no idea that the cause of the quarrel was more deeply rooted than in the daily scenes of the same nature which she had heard of or witnessed, did not hesitate to stop Master Christie in his return to his shop, and present to him the letter which Lord Glenvarloch had given to her. Had she been better acquainted with life and its business, she would certainly have waited for a more temperate moment; and she had reason to repent of her precipitation, when, without saying a single word, or taking the trouble to gather more of the information contained in the letter than was expressed in the subscription, the incensed ship chandler threw it down on the ground, trampled it in high disdain, and, without addressing a single word to the bearer, except, indeed, something much more like a hearty curse than was perfectly consistent with his own grave appearance, he retired into his shop, and shut the hatch-door.
It was with the most inexpressible anguish that the desolate, friendless and unhappy female, thus beheld her sole hope of succour, countenance, and protection, vanish at once, without being able to conceive a reason; for, to do her justice, the idea that her friend, whom she knew by the name of Nigel Grahame, had imposed on her, a solution which might readily have occurred to many in her situation, never once entered her mind. Although it was not her temper easily to bend her mind to entreaty, she could not help exclaiming after the ireful and retreating ship-chandler,--"Good Master, hear me but a moment! for mercy"s sake, for honesty"s sake!"
"Mercy and honesty from him, mistress!" said the Scot, who, though he essayed not to interrupt the retreat of his antagonist, still kept stout possession of the field of action,--"ye might as weel expect brandy from bean-stalks, or milk from a craig of blue whunstane. The man is mad, bom mad, to boot."
"I must have mistaken the person to whom the letter was addressed, then;" and, as she spoke, Mistress Martha Trapbois was in the act of stooping to lift the paper which had been so uncourteously received. Her companion, with natural civility, antic.i.p.ated her purpose; but, what was not quite so much in etiquette, he took a sly glance at it as he was about to hand it to her, and his eye having caught the subscription, he said, with surprise, "Glenvarloch--Nigel Olifaunt of Glenvarloch! Do you know the Lord Glenvarloch, mistress?"
"I know not of whom you speak," said Mrs. Martha, peevishly. "I had that paper from one Master Nigel Gram."
"Nigel Grahame!--umph.-O, ay, very true--I had forgot," said the Scotsman. "A tall, well-set young man, about my height; bright blue eyes like a hawk"s; a pleasant speech, something leaning to the kindly north-country accentuation, but not much, in respect of his having been resident abroad?"
"All this is true--and what of it all?" said the daughter of the miser.
"Hair of my complexion?"
"Yours is red," replied she.
"I pray you peace," said the Scotsman. "I was going to say--of my complexion, but with a deeper shade of the chestnut. Weel, mistress, if I have guessed the man aright, he is one with whom I am, and have been, intimate and familiar,--nay,--I may truly say I have done him much service in my time, and may live to do him more. I had indeed a sincere good-will for him, and I doubt he has been much at a loss since we parted; but the fault is not mine. Wherefore, as this letter will not avail you with him to whom it is directed, you may believe that heaven hath sent it to me, who have a special regard for the writer--I have, besides, as much mercy and honesty within me as man can weel make his bread with, and am willing to aid any distressed creature, that is my friend"s friend, with my counsel, and otherwise, so that I am not put to much charges, being in a strange country, like a poor lamb that has wandered from its ain native hirsel, and leaves a tait of its woo" in every d--d Southron bramble that comes across it." While he spoke thus, he read the contents of the letter, without waiting for permission, and then continued,--"And so this is all that you are wanting, my dove? nothing more than safe and honourable lodging, and sustenance, upon your own charges?"
"Nothing more," said she. "If you are a man and a Christian, you will help me to what I need so much."
"A man I am," replied the formal Caledonian, "e"en sic as ye see me; and a Christian I may call myself, though unworthy, and though I have heard little pure doctrine since I came hither--a" polluted with men"s devices--ahem! Weel, and if ye be an honest woman," (here he peeped under her m.u.f.fler,) "as an honest woman ye seem likely to be--though, let me tell you, they are a kind of cattle not so rife in the streets of this city as I would desire them--I was almost strangled with my own band by twa rampallians, wha wanted yestreen, nae farther gane, to harle me into a change-house--however, if ye be a decent honest woman," (here he took another peep at features certainly bearing no beauty which could infer suspicion,) "as decent and honest ye seem to be, why, I will advise you to a decent house, where you will get douce, quiet entertainment, on reasonable terms, and the occasional benefit of my own counsel and direction--that is, from time to time, as my other avocations may permit."
"May I venture to accept of such an offer from a stranger?" said Martha, with natural hesitation.
"Troth, I see nothing to hinder you, mistress," replied the bonny Scot; "ye can but see the place, and do after as ye think best. Besides, we are nae such strangers, neither; for I know your friend, and you, it"s like, know mine, whilk knowledge, on either hand, is a medium of communication between us, even as the middle of the string connecteth its twa ends or extremities. But I will enlarge on this farther as we pa.s.s along, gin ye list to bid your twa lazy loons of porters there lift up your little kist between them, whilk ae true Scotsman might carry under his arm. Let me tell you, mistress, ye will soon make a toom pock-end of it in Lon"on, if you hire twa knaves to do the work of ane."
So saying, he led the way, followed by Mistress Martha Trapbois, whose singular destiny, though it had heaped her with wealth, had left her, for the moment, no wiser counsellor, or more distinguished protector, than honest Richie Moniplies, a discarded serving-man.