"My good young woman," said the Duke, mildly, "we are all apt to blame the law under which we immediately suffer; but you seem to have been well educated in your line of life, and you must know that it is alike the law of G.o.d and man, that the murderer shall surely die."
"But, sir, Effie--that is, my poor sister, sir--canna be proved to be a murderer; and if she be not, and the law take her life notwithstanding, wha is it that is the murderer then?"
"I am no lawyer," said the Duke; "and I own I think the statute a very severe one."
"You are a law-maker, sir, with your leave; and, therefore, ye have power over the law," answered Jeanie.
"Not in my individual capacity," said the Duke; "though, as one of a large body, I have a voice in the legislation. But that cannot serve you--nor have I at present, I care not who knows it, so much personal influence with the sovereign, as would ent.i.tle me to ask from him the most insignificant favour. What could tempt you, young woman, to address yourself to me?"
"It was yourself, sir."
"Myself?" he replied--"I am sure you have never seen me before."
"No, sir; but a" the world kens that the Duke of Argyle is his country"s friend; and that ye fight for the right, and speak for the right, and that there"s nane like you in our present Israel, and so they that think themselves wranged draw to refuge under your shadow; and if ye wunna stir to save the blood of an innocent countrywoman of your ain, what should we expect frae southerns and strangers? And maybe I had another reason for troubling your honour."
"And what is that?" asked the Duke.
"I hae understood from my father, that your honour"s house, and especially your gudesire and his father, laid down their lives on the scaffold in the persecuting time. And my father was honoured to gie his testimony baith in the cage and in the pillory, as is specially mentioned in the books of Peter Walker the packman, that your honour, I dare say, kens, for he uses maist partly the westland of Scotland. And, sir, there"s ane that takes concern in me, that wished me to gang to your Grace"s presence, for his gudesire had done your gracious gudesire some good turn, as ye will see frae these papers."
With these words, she delivered to the Duke the little parcel which she had received from Butler. He opened it, and, in the envelope, read with some surprise, ""Musterroll of the men serving in the troop of that G.o.dly gentleman, Captain Salathiel Bangtext.--Obadiah Muggleton, Sin-Despise Double-knock, Stand-fast-in-faith Gipps, Turn-to-the-right Thwack-away"-- What the deuce is this? A list of Praise-G.o.d Barebone"s Parliament I think, or of old Noll"s evangelical army--that last fellow should understand his wheelings, to judge by his name.--But what does all this mean, my girl?"
"It was the other paper, sir," said Jeanie, somewhat abashed at the mistake.
"O, this is my unfortunate grandfather"s hand sure enough--"To all who may have friendship for the house of Argyle, these are to certify, that Benjamin Butler, of Monk"s regiment of dragoons, having been, under G.o.d, the means of saving my life from four English troopers who were about, to slay me, I, having no other present means of recompense in my power, do give him this acknowledgment, hoping that it may be useful to him or his during these troublesome times; and do conjure my friends, tenants, kinsmen, and whoever will do aught for me, either in the Highlands or Lowlands, to protect and a.s.sist the said Benjamin Butler, and his friends or family, on their lawful occasions, giving them such countenance, maintenance, and supply, as may correspond with the benefit he hath bestowed on me; witness my hand--Lorne."
"This is a strong injunction--This Benjamin Butler was your grandfather, I suppose?--You seem too young to have been his daughter."
"He was nae akin to me, sir--he was grandfather to ane--to a neighbour"s son--to a sincere weel-wisher of mine, sir," dropping her little courtesy as she spoke.
"O, I understand," said the Duke--"a true-love affair. He was the grandsire of one you are engaged to?"
"One I _was_ engaged to, sir," said Jeanie, sighing; "but this unhappy business of my poor sister--"
"What!" said the Duke, hastily--"he has not deserted you on that account, has he?"
"No, sir; he wad be the last to leave a friend in difficulties," said Jeanie; "but I maun think for him as weel as for mysell. He is a clergyman, sir, and it would not beseem him to marry the like of me, wi"
this disgrace on my kindred."
"You are a singular young woman," said the Duke. "You seem to me to think of every one before yourself. And have you really come up from Edinburgh on foot, to attempt this hopeless solicitation for your sister"s life?"
"It was not a"thegither on foot, sir," answered Jeanie; "for I sometimes got a cast in a waggon, and I had a horse from Ferrybridge, and then the coach---"
"Well, never mind all that," interrupted the Duke--"What reason have you for thinking your sister innocent?"
"Because she has not been proved guilty, as will appear from looking at these papers."
She put into his hand a note of the evidence, and copies of her sister"s declaration. These papers Butler had procured after her departure, and Saddletree had them forwarded to London, to Mrs. Gla.s.s"s care, so that Jeanie found the doc.u.ments, so necessary for supporting her suit, lying in readiness at her arrival.
"Sit down in that chair, my good girl," said the Duke,--"until I glance over the papers."
She obeyed, and watched with the utmost anxiety each change in his countenance as he cast his eye through the papers briefly, yet with attention, and making memoranda as he went along. After reading them hastily over, he looked up, and seemed about to speak, yet changed his purpose, as if afraid of committing himself by giving too hasty an opinion, and read over again several pa.s.sages which he had marked as being most important. All this he did in shorter time than can be supposed by men of ordinary talents; for his mind was of that acute and penetrating character which discovers, with the glance of intuition, what facts bear on the particular point that chances to be subjected to consideration. At length he rose, after a few minutes" deep reflection.-- "Young woman," said he, "your sister"s case must certainly be termed a hard one."
"G.o.d bless you, sir, for that very word!" said Jeanie.
"It seems contrary to the genius of British law," continued the Duke, "to take that for granted which is not proved, or to punish with death for a crime, which, for aught the prosecutor has been able to show, may not have been committed at all."
"G.o.d bless you, sir!" again said Jeanie, who had risen from her seat, and, with clasped hands, eyes glittering through tears, and features which trembled with anxiety, drank in every word which the Duke uttered.
"But, alas! my poor girl," he continued, "what good will my opinion do you, unless I could impress it upon those in whose hands your sister"s life is placed by the law? Besides, I am no lawyer; and I must speak with some of our Scottish gentlemen of the gown about the matter."
"O, but, sir, what seems reasonable to your honour, will certainly be the same to them," answered Jeanie.
"I do not know that," replied the Duke; "ilka man buckles his belt his ain gate--you know our old Scots proverb?--But you shall not have placed this reliance on me altogether in vain. Leave these papers with me, and you shall hear from me to-morrow or next day. Take care to be at home at Mrs. Gla.s.s"s, and ready to come to me at a moment"s warning. It will be unnecessary for you to give Mrs. Gla.s.s the trouble to attend you;--and by the by, you will please to be dressed just as you are at present."
"I wad hae putten on a cap, sir," said Jeanie, "but your honour kens it isna the fashion of my country for single women; and I judged that, being sae mony hundred miles frae hame, your Grace"s heart wad warm to the tartan," looking at the corner of her plaid.
"You judged quite right," said the Duke. "I know the full value of the snood; and MacCallummore"s heart will be as cold as death can make it, when it does _not_ warm to the tartan. Now, go away, and don"t be out of the way when I send."
Jeanie replied,--"There is little fear of that, sir, for I have little heart to go to see sights amang this wilderness of black houses. But if I might say to your gracious honour, that if ye ever condescend to speak to ony ane that is of greater degree than yoursell, though maybe it isna civil in me to say sae, just if you would think there can be nae sic odds between you and them, as between poor Jeanie Deans from St. Leonard"s and the Duke of Argyle; and so dinna be chappit back or cast down wi" the first rough answer."
"I am not apt," said the Duke, laughing, "to mind rough answers much--Do not you hope too much from what I have promised. I will do my best, but G.o.d has the hearts of Kings in his own hand."
Jeanie courtesied reverently and withdrew, attended by the Duke"s gentleman, to her hackney-coach, with a respect which her appearance did not demand, but which was perhaps paid to the length of the interview with which his master had honoured her.
CHAPTER TWELFTH.
Ascend While radiant summer opens all its pride, Thy hill, delightful Shene! Here let us sweep The boundless landscape.
Thomson.
From her kind and officious, but somewhat gossiping friend, Mrs. Gla.s.s, Jeanie underwent a very close catechism on their road to the Strand, where the Thistle of the good lady flourished in full glory, and, with its legend of _Nemo me impune,_ distinguished a shop then well known to all Scottish folk of high and low degree.
"And were you sure aye to _say your_ Grace to him?" said the good old lady; "for ane should make a distinction between MacCallummore and the bits o" southern bodies that they ca" lords here--there are as mony o"
them, Jeanie, as would gar ane think they maun cost but little fash in the making--some of them I wadna trust wi" six pennies-worth of black-rappee--some of them I wadna gie mysell the trouble to put up a hapnyworth in brown paper for--But I hope you showed your breeding to the Duke of Argyle, for what sort of folk would he think your friends in London, if you had been lording him, and him a Duke?"
"He didna seem muckle to mind," said Jeanie; "he kend that I was landward bred."
"Weel, weel," answered the good lady. "His Grace kens me weel; so I am the less anxious about it. I never fill his snug-box but he says, "How d"ye do, good Mrs. Gla.s.s?--How are all our friends in the North?" or it may be--"Have ye heard from the North lately?" And you may be sure, I make my best courtesy, and answer, "My Lord Duke, I hope your Grace"s n.o.ble d.u.c.h.ess, and your Grace"s young ladies, are well; and I hope the snuff continues to give your Grace satisfaction." And then ye will see the people in the shop begin to look about them; and if there"s a Scotsman, as there may be three or half-a-dozen, aff go the hats, and mony a look after him, and "There goes the Prince of Scotland, G.o.d bless him!" But ye have not told me yet the very words he said t"ye."
Jeanie had no intention to be quite so communicative. She had, as the reader may have observed, some of the caution and shrewdness, as well as of the simplicity of her country. She answered generally, that the Duke had received her very compa.s.sionately, and had promised to interest himself in her sister"s affair, and to let her hear from him in the course of the next day, or the day after. She did not choose to make any mention of his having desired her to be in readiness to attend him, far less of his hint, that she should not bring her landlady. So that honest Mrs. Gla.s.s was obliged to remain satisfied with the general intelligence above mentioned, after having done all she could to extract more.
It may easily be conceived, that, on the next day, Jeanie declined all invitations and inducements, whether of exercise or curiosity, to walk abroad, and continued to inhale the close, and somewhat professional atmosphere of Mrs. Gla.s.s"s small parlour. The latter flavour it owed to a certain cupboard, containing, among other articles, a few canisters of real Havannah, which, whether from respect to the manufacture, or out of a reverend fear of the exciseman, Mrs. Gla.s.s did not care to trust in the open shop below, and which communicated to the room a scent, that, however fragrant to the nostrils of the connoisseur, was not very agreeable to those of Jeanie.
"Dear sirs," she said to herself, "I wonder how my cousin"s silk manty, and her gowd watch, or ony thing in the world, can be worth sitting sneezing all her life in this little stilling room, and might walk on green braes if she liked."