The scare of a French invasion brought Lord Glenallan, with Mr. Oldbuck, and Sir Arthur Wardour, to Fairport, and to his uncle"s surprise and satisfaction, Captain M"Intyre acted as military adviser to the volunteers with remarkable presence of mind, giving instructions calmly and wisely.
The arrival of an officer from headquarters was eagerly expected in Fairport, and at length a cry among the people announced "There"s the brave Major Neville come at last!" A postchaise and four drove into the square, amidst the huzzas of the volunteers and inhabitants, and what was the surprise of all present, but most especially that of the Antiquary, when the handsome uniform and military cap disclosed the person and features of the pacific Lovel! A warm embrace was necessary to a.s.sure him that his eyes were doing him justice. Sir Arthur was no less surprised to recognise his son, Captain Wardour, as Major Neville"s companion.
The first words of the young officers were a positive a.s.surance to all present that their efforts were unnecessary, that what was merely an accidental bonfire had been taken for a beacon.
The Antiquary found his arm pressed by Lord Glenallan, who dragged him aside. "For G.o.d"s sake, who is that young gentleman who is so strikingly like----"
"Like the unfortunate Eveline," interrupted Oldbuck. "I felt my heart warm to him from the first. Formerly I would have called him Lovel, but now he turns out to be Major Neville."
"Whom my brother brought up as his natural son--whom he made his heir--the child of my Eveline!"
Mr. Oldbuck at once determined to make further investigation, and returned to Major Neville, who was now arranging for the dispersion of the force which had been a.s.sembled.
"Pray, Major Neville, leave this business for a moment to Captain Wardour and to Hector, with whom, I hope, you are thoroughly reconciled"--Neville laughed, and shook hands with Hector across the table--"and grant me a moment"s audience."
"You have every claim on me," said Neville, "for having pa.s.sed myself upon you under a false name. But I am so unfortunate as to have no better right to the name of Neville, than that of Lovel."
"I believe I know more of your birth than you do yourself, and to convince you of it, you were educated and known as a natural son of Geraldin Neville, of Neville"s-burg, in Yorkshire."
"I did believe Mr. Geraldin Neville was my father, but during the war in French Flanders, I found in a convent near where we were quartered, a woman who spoke good English--a Spaniard. She discovered who I was, and made herself known to me as the person who had charge of me in my infancy, and intimated that Mr. Geraldin Neville was not my father. The convent was burned by the enemy, and several nuns perished, among others this woman. I wrote to Mr. Neville, and on my return implored him to complete the disclosure. He refused, and, on my importunity, indignantly upbraided me with the favours he had already conferred. We parted in mutual displeasure. I renounced the name of Neville, and a.s.sumed that of Lovel. It was at this time, when residing with a friend in the north of England, that I became acquainted with Miss Wardour, and was romantic enough to follow her to Scotland. When I was at Fairport, I received news of Mr. Neville"s death. He had made me his heir, but the possession of considerable wealth did not prevent me from remembering Sir Arthur"s strong prejudices against illegitimacy. Then came my quarrel with Captain M"Intyre, and my compelled departure from Fairport."
"Well, Major Neville, you must, I believe, exchange both of your aliases for the style and t.i.tle of the Honourable William Geraldin, commonly called Lord Geraldin."
The Antiquary then went through the strange and melancholy circ.u.mstances concerning his mother"s death. "And now, my dear sir," said he, in conclusion, "let me have the pleasure of introducing a son to a father."
We will not attempt to describe such a meeting. The proof on all sides was found to be complete, for Mr. Neville had left a distinct account of the whole transaction with his confidential steward in a small packet, which was not to be opened until the death of the old countess.
In the evening of that day, the yeomanry and volunteers of Glenallan drank prosperity to their young master; and a month afterwards, Lord Glenallan was married to Miss Wardour.
Hector is rising rapidly in the army, and rises proportionally high in his uncle"s favour.
Guy Mannering
"Guy Mannering, or, the Astrologer," the second of the Waverley series, represents the labour of six weeks. Although the novel was completed in so short a period, neither story--if one or two instances of evidences of haste is ignored--nor characterisation has suffered. For the main theme Scott was indebted to an old legend of the horoscope of a new-born infant. In common with nearly all his tales, several of the characters in "Guy Mannering" were founded on real persons; Meg Merrilies was the prototype of a gipsy named Jennie Gordon, and many of the personal features of Dominie Sampson were obtained from a clergyman who once acted as tutor at Abbotsford. The hero was at once recognised by Hogg, the Ettrick shepherd, as a portrait of Scott himself.
_I.--The Astrologer_
It was in the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the University of Oxford, being benighted while sightseeing in Dumfriesshire, sought shelter at Ellangowan, on the very night the heir was born. Our hero, Guy Mannering, entering into the simple humour of Mr. Bertram, his host, agreed to calculate the infant"s horoscope by the stars, having in early youth studied with an old clergyman who had a firm belief in astrology.
Mannering had once before tried a similar piece of foolery, at the instance of the young lady to whom he was betrothed, and now found that the result of the scheme in both cases presaged misfortune in the same year to the infant as to her. To the baby, three periods would be particularly hazardous--his fifth, his tenth, his twenty-first year.
He mentally relinquished his art for ever, and to prevent the child being supposed to be the object of evil prediction, he gave the paper into Mr. Bertram"s hand, and requested him to keep it for five years with the seal unbroken, after which period he left him at liberty, trusting that the first fatal year being safely overpast, no credit would be paid to its farther contents.
When Mrs. Bertram was able to work again, her first employment was to make a small velvet bag for the scheme of nativity; and though her fingers itched to break the seal, she had the firmness to enclose it in two slips of parchment, and put it in the bag aforesaid, and hang it round the neck of the infant.
It was again in the month of November, more than twenty years after the above incident, that a loud rapping was heard at the door of the Gordon Arms at Kippletringan.
"I wish, madam," said the traveller, entering the kitchen, where several neighbours were a.s.sembled, "you would give me leave to warm myself here, for the night is very cold."
His appearance, voice, and manner, produced an instantaneous effect in his favour. The landlady installed her guest comfortably by the fireside, and offered what refreshment her house afforded.
"A cup of tea, ma"am, if you will favour me." Mrs. MacCandlish bustled about, and proceeded in her duties with her best grace, explaining that she had a very nice parlour, and everything agreeable for gentlefolks; but it was bespoke to-night for a gentleman and his daughter, that were going to leave this part of the country.
The sound of wheels was now heard, and the postilion entered. "No, they canna" come at no rate, the laird"s sae ill."
"But G.o.d help them," said the landlady. "The morn"s the term--the very last day they can bide in the house--a" things to be roupit."
"Weel, I tell you, Mr. Bertram canna be moved."
"What Mr. Bertram?" said the stranger. "Not Mr. Bertram of Ellangowan, I hope?"
"Just e"en that same, sir; and if ye be a friend o" his, ye"ve come at a time when he"s sair bested."
"I have been abroad for many years. Is his health so much deranged?"
"Ay, and his affairs an" a". The creditors have entered into possession o" the estate, and it"s for sale. And some that made the maist o" him, they"re sairest on him now. I"ve a sma" matter due mysell, but I"d rather have lost it than gane to turn the auld man out of his house, and him just dying."
"Ay, but," said the parish clerk, "Factor Glossin wants to get rid of the auld laird, and drive on the sale, for fear the heir-male should cast up; for if there"s an heir-male, they canna sell the estate for auld Ellangowan"s debt."
"He had a son born a good many years ago," said the stranger. "He is dead, I suppose?"
"Dead! I"se warrant him dead lang syne. He hasna" been heard o" these twenty years."
"I wat weel it"s no twenty years," said the landlady. "It"s no abune seventeen in this very month. It made an unco noise ower a" this country. The bairn disappeared the very day that Supervisor Kennedy came by his end. He was a daft dog! Oh, an" he could ha" handen" off the smugglers! Ye see, sir, there was a king"s sloop down in Wigton Bay, and Frank Kennedy, he behoved to have her up to chase Dirk Hatteraick"s lugger. He was a daring cheild, and fought his ship till she blew up like peelings of ingans."
"And Mr. Bertram"s child," said the stranger, "what is all this to him?"
"Ou, sir, the bairn aye held an unca wark wi" the supervisor, and it was generally thought he went on board the vessel with him."
"No, no; you"re clean out there, Luckie! The young laird was stown awa"
by a randy gipsy woman they ca"d Meg Merrilies," said the deacon.
But the presenter would not have this version, and told a tale of how an astrologer, an ancient man, had appeared at the time of the heir"s birth, and told the laird that the Evil One would have power over the knave bairn, and he charged him that the bairn should be brought up in the ways of piety, and should aye hae a G.o.dly minister at his elbow; and the aged man vanished away, and so they engaged Dominie Sampson to be with him morn and night. But even that G.o.dly minister had failed to protect the child, who was last seen being carried off by Frank Kennedy on his horse to see a king"s ship chase a smuggler. The excise-man"s body was found at the foot of the crags at Warroch Point, but no one knew what had become of the child.
A smart servant entered with a note for the stranger, saying, "The family at Ellangowan are in great distress, sir, and unable to receive any visits."
"I know it," said his master. "And now, madam, if you will have the goodness to allow me to occupy the parlour----"
"Certainly, sir," said Mrs. MacCandlish, and hastened to light the way.
"And wha" may your master be, friend?"