"And what gude wad that hae dune?" answered the prisoner. "Na, na, Jeanie, a" was ower when ance I forgot what I promised when I faulded down the leaf of my Bible. See," she said, producing the sacred volume, "the book opens aye at the place o" itsell. O see, Jeanie, what a fearfu"
Scripture!"
Jeanie took her sister"s Bible, and found that the fatal mark was made at this impressive text in the book of Job: "He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone. And mine hope hath he removed like a tree."
"Isna that ower true a doctrine?" said the prisoner "Isna my crown, my honour, removed? And what am I but a poor, wasted, wan-thriven tree, dug up by the roots, and flung out to waste in the highway, that man and beast may tread it under foot? I thought o" the bonny bit them that our father rooted out o" the yard last May, when it had a" the flush o"
blossoms on it; and then it lay in the court till the beasts had trod them a" to pieces wi" their feet. I little thought, when I was wae for the bit silly green bush and its flowers, that I was to gang the same gate mysell."
"O, if ye had spoken ae word," again sobbed Jeanie,--"if I were free to swear that ye had said but ae word of how it stude wi" ye, they couldna hae touched your life this day."
"Could they na?" said Effie, with something like awakened interest--for life is dear even to those who feel it is a burden--"Wha tauld ye that, Jeanie?"
"It was ane that kend what he was saying weel eneugh," replied Jeanie, who had a natural reluctance at mentioning even the name of her sister"s seducer.
"Wha was it?--I conjure you to tell me," said Effie, seating herself upright.--"Wha could tak interest in sic a cast-by as I am now?--Was it--was it _him?_"
"Hout," said Ratcliffe, "what signifies keeping the poor la.s.sie in a swither? I"se uphaud it"s been Robertson that learned ye that doctrine when ye saw him at Muschat"s Cairn."
"Was it him?" said Effie, catching eagerly at his words--"was it him, Jeanie, indeed?--O, I see it was him--poor lad, and I was thinking his heart was as hard as the nether millstane--and him in sic danger on his ain part--poor George!"
Somewhat indignant at this burst of tender feeling towards the author of her misery, Jeanie could not help exclaiming--"O Effie, how can ye speak that gate of sic a man as that?"
"We maun forgie our enemies, ye ken," said poor Effie, with a timid look and a subdued voice; for her conscience told her what a different character the feelings with which she regarded her seducer bore, compared with the Christian charity under which she attempted to veil it.
"And ye hae suffered a" this for him, and ye can think of loving him still?" said her sister, in a voice betwixt pity and blame.
"Love him!" answered Effie--"If I hadna loved as woman seldom loves, I hadna been within these wa"s this day; and trow ye, that love sic as mine is lightly forgotten?--Na, na--ye may hew down the tree, but ye canna change its bend--And, O Jeanie, if ye wad do good to me at this moment, tell me every word that he said, and whether he was sorry for poor Effie or no!"
"What needs I tell ye onything about it?" said Jeanie. "Ye may be sure he had ower muckle to do to save himsell, to speak lang or muckle about ony body beside."
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"That"s no true, Jeanie, though a saunt had said it," replied Effie, with a sparkle of her former lively and irritable temper. "But ye dinna ken, though I do, how far he pat his life in venture to save mine." And looking at Ratcliffe, she checked herself and was silent.
"I fancy," said Ratcliffe, with one of his familiar sneers, "the la.s.sie thinks that naebody has een but hersell--Didna I see when Gentle Geordie was seeking to get other folk out of the Tolbooth forby Jock Porteous?--but ye are of my mind, hinny--better sit and rue, than flit and rue--ye needna look in my face sae amazed. I ken mair things than that, maybe."
"O my G.o.d! my G.o.d!" said Effie, springing up and throwing herself down on her knees before him--"D"ye ken where they hae putten my bairn?--O my bairn! my bairn! the poor sackless innocent new-born wee ane--bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh!--O man, if ye wad e"er deserve a portion in Heaven, or a brokenhearted creature"s blessing upon earth, tell me where they hae put my bairn--the sign of my shame, and the partner of my suffering! tell me wha has taen"t away, or what they hae dune wi"t?"
"Hout tout," said the turnkey, endeavouring to extricate himself from the firm grasp with which she held him, "that"s taking me at my word wi" a witness--Bairn, quo" she? How the deil suld I ken onything of your bairn, huzzy? Ye maun ask that of auld Meg Murdockson, if ye dinna ken ower muckle about it yoursell."
As his answer destroyed the wild and vague hope which had suddenly gleamed upon her, the unhappy prisoner let go her hold of his coat, and fell with her face on the pavement of the apartment in a strong convulsion fit.
Jeanie Deans possessed, with her excellently clear understanding, the concomitant advantage of prompt.i.tude of spirit, even in the extremity of distress.
She did not suffer herself to be overcome by her own feelings of exquisite sorrow, but instantly applied herself to her sister"s relief, with the readiest remedies which circ.u.mstances afforded; and which, to do Ratcliffe justice, he showed himself anxious to suggest, and alert in procuring. He had even the delicacy to withdraw to the farthest corner of the room, so as to render his official attendance upon them as little intrusive as possible, when Effie was composed enough again to resume her conference with her sister.
The prisoner once more, in the most earnest and broken tones, conjured Jeanie to tell her the particulars of the conference with Robertson, and Jeanie felt it was impossible to refuse her this gratification.
"Do ye mind," she said, "Effie, when ye were in the fever before we left Woodend, and how angry your mother, that"s now in a better place, was wi"
me for gieing ye milk and water to drink, because ye grat for it? Ye were a bairn then, and ye are a woman now, and should ken better than ask what canna but hurt you--But come weal or woe, I canna refuse ye onything that ye ask me wi" the tear in your ee."
Again Effie threw herself into her arms, and kissed her cheek and forehead, murmuring, "O, if ye kend how lang it is since I heard his name mentioned?--if ye but kend how muckle good it does me but to ken onything o" him, that"s like goodness or kindness, ye wadna wonder that I wish to hear o" him!"
Jeanie sighed, and commenced her narrative of all that had pa.s.sed betwixt Robertson and her, making it as brief as possible. Effie listened in breathless anxiety, holding her sister"s hand in hers, and keeping her eye fixed upon her face, as if devouring every word she uttered. The interjections of "Poor fellow,"--"Poor George," which escaped in whispers, and betwixt sighs, were the only sounds with which she interrupted the story. When it was finished she made a long pause.
"And this was his advice?" were the first words she uttered.
"Just sic as I hae tell"d ye," replied her sister.
"And he wanted you to say something to yon folks, that wad save my young life?"
"He wanted," answered Jeanie, "that I suld be man-sworn."
"And you tauld him," said Effie, "that ye wadna hear o" coming between me and the death that I am to die, and me no aughten year auld yet?"
"I told him," replied Jeanie, who now trembled at the turn which her sister"s reflection seemed about to take, "that I daured na swear to an untruth."
"And what d"ye ca" an untruth?" said Effie, again showing a touch of her former spirit--"Ye are muckle to blame, la.s.s, if ye think a mother would, or could, murder her ain bairn--Murder!--I wad hae laid down my life just to see a blink o" its ee!"
"I do believe," said Jeanie, "that ye are as innocent of sic a purpose as the new-born babe itsell."
"I am glad ye do me that justice," said Effie, haughtily; "ifs whiles the faut of very good folk like you, Jeanie, that, they think a" the rest of the warld are as bad as the warst temptations can make them."
"I didna deserve this frae ye, Effie," said her sister, sobbing, and feeling at once the injustice of the reproach, and compa.s.sion for the state of mind which dictated it.
"Maybe no, sister," said Effie. "But ye are angry because I love Robertson--How can I help loving him, that loves me better than body and soul baith?--Here he put his life in a niffer, to break the prison to let me out; and sure am I, had it stude wi" him as it stands wi" you"--Here she paused and was silent.
"O, if it stude wi" me to save ye wi" risk of my life!" said Jeanie.
"Ay, la.s.s," said her sister, "that"s lightly said, but no sae lightly credited, frae ane that winna ware a word for me; and if it be a wrang word, ye"ll hae time eneugh to repent o"t."
"But that word is a grievous sin, and it"s a deeper offence when it"s a sin wilfully and presumptuously committed."
"Weel, weel, Jeanie," said Effie, "I mind a" about the sins o"
presumption in the questions--we"ll speak nae mair about this matter, and ye may save your breath to say your carritch and for me, I"ll soon hae nae breath to waste on onybody."
"I must needs say," interposed Ratcliffe, "that it"s d--d hard, when three words of your mouth would give the girl the chance to nick Moll Blood,* that you make such scrupling about rapping** to them. D--n me, if they would take me, if I would not rap to all what d"ye callums--Hyssop"s Fables, for her life--I am us"d to"t, b--t me, for less matters. Why, I have smacked calf-skin*** fifty times in England for a keg of brandy."
* The gallows.
** Swearing.
*** Kissed the book.
"Never speak mair o"t," said the prisoner. "It"s just as weel as it is--and gude-day, sister; ye keep Mr. Ratcliffe waiting on--Ye"ll come back and see me, I reckon, before"--here she stopped and became deadly pale.
"And are we to part in this way," said Jeanie, "and you in sic deadly peril? O Effie, look but up, and say what ye wad hae me to do, and I could find in my heart amaist to say that I wad do"t."
"No, Jeanie," replied her sister after an effort, "I am better minded now. At my best, I was never half sae gude as ye were, and what for suld you begin to mak yoursell waur to save me, now that I am no worth saving?
G.o.d knows, that in my sober mind, I wadna wuss ony living creature to do a wrang thing to save my life. I might have fled frae this Tolbooth on that awfu" night wi" ane wad hae carried me through the warld, and friended me, and fended for me. But I said to them, let life gang when gude fame is gane before it. But this lang imprisonment has broken my spirit, and I am whiles sair left to mysell, and then I wad gie the Indian mines of gold and diamonds, just for life and breath--for I think, Jeanie, I have such roving fits as I used to hae in the fever; but, instead of the fiery een and wolves, and Widow Butler"s bullseg, that I used to see spieling upon my bed, I am thinking now about a high, black gibbet, and me standing up, and such seas of faces all looking up at poor Effie Deans, and asking if it be her that George Robertson used to call the Lily of St. Leonard"s. And then they stretch out their faces, and make mouths, and girn at me, and whichever way I look, I see a face laughing like Meg Murdockson, when she tauld me I had seen the last of my wean. G.o.d preserve us, Jeanie, that carline has a fearsome face!"