"Yes," he pursued, "and there is something providential in the circ.u.mstance that you come at the right time. In my old firm there is a vacancy; they call themselves Italian Warehous.e.m.e.n now," he continued, regarding me with a twinkle of humour; "so you may think yourself in luck: we were only grocers in my day. I shall place you there to-morrow."
"Stop a moment, Uncle Adam," I broke in. "This is not at all what I am asking. I ask you to pay Pinkerton, who is a poor man. I ask you to clear my feet of debt, not to arrange my life or any part of it."
"If I wished to be harsh, I might remind you that beggars cannot be choosers," said my uncle; "and as to managing your life, you have tried your own way already, and you see what you have made of it. You must now accept the guidance of those older and (whatever you may think of it) wiser than yourself. All these schemes of your friend (of whom I know nothing, by the by) and talk of openings in the West, I simply disregard. I have no idea whatever of your going troking across a continent on a wild-goose chase. In this situation, which I am fortunately able to place at your disposal, and which many a well-conducted young man would be glad to jump at, you will receive, to begin with, eighteen shillings a week."
"Eighteen shillings a week!" I cried. "Why, my poor friend gave me more than that for nothing!"
"And I think it is this very friend you are now trying to repay?"
observed my uncle, with an air of one advancing a strong argument.
"Aadam!" said my grandfather.
"I"m vexed you should be present at this business," quoth Uncle Adam, swinging rather obsequiously towards the stonemason; "but I must remind you it is of your own seeking."
"Aadam!" repeated the old man.
"Well, sir, I am listening," says my uncle.
My grandfather took a puff or two in silence; and then, "Ye"re makin" an awfu" poor appearance, Aadam," said he.
My uncle visibly reared at the affront. "I"m sorry you should think so," said he, "and still more sorry you should say so before present company."
"A believe that; A ken that, Aadam," returned old Loudon, dryly; "and the curiis thing is, I"m no very carin". See here, ma man," he continued, addressing himself to me. "A"m your grandfaither, amn"t I not? Never you mind what Aadam says. A"ll see justice din ye. A"m rich."
"Father," said Uncle Adam, "I would like one word with you in private."
I rose to go.
"Set down upon your hinderlands," cried my grandfather, almost savagely.
"If Aadam has anything to say, let him say it. It"s me that has the money here; and by Gravy! I"m goin" to be obeyed."
Upon this scurvy encouragement, it appeared that my uncle had no remark to offer: twice challenged to "speak out and be done with it," he twice sullenly declined; and I may mention that about this period of the engagement, I began to be sorry for him.
"See here, then, Jeannie"s yin!" resumed my grandfather. "A"m goin" to give ye a set-off. Your mither was always my fav"rite, for A never could agree with Aadam. A like ye fine yoursel"; there"s nae noansense aboot ye; ye"ve a fine nayteral idee of builder"s work; ye"ve been to France, where they tell me they"re grand at the stuccy. A splendid thing for ceilin"s, the stuccy! and it"s a vailyable disguise, too; A don"t believe there"s a builder in Scotland has used more stuccy than me. But as A was sayin", if ye"ll follie that trade, with the capital that A"m goin" to give ye, ye may live yet to be as rich as mysel". Ye see, ye would have always had a share of it when A was gone; it appears ye"re needin" it now; well, ye"ll get the less, as is only just and proper."
Uncle Adam cleared his throat. "This is very handsome, father," said he; "and I am sure Loudon feels it so. Very handsome, and as you say, very just; but will you allow me to say that it had better, perhaps, be put in black and white?"
The enmity always smouldering between the two men at this ill-judged interruption almost burst in flame. The stonemason turned upon his offspring, his long upper lip pulled down, for all the world, like a monkey"s. He stared a while in virulent silence; and then "Get Gregg!"
said he.
The effect of these words was very visible. "He will be gone to his office," stammered my uncle.
"Get Gregg!" repeated my grandfather.
"I tell you, he will be gone to his office," reiterated Adam.
"And I tell ye, he"s takin" his smoke," retorted the old man.
"Very well, then," cried my uncle, getting to his feet with some alacrity, as upon a sudden change of thought, "I will get him myself."
"Ye will not!" cried my grandfather. "Ye will sit there upon your hinderland."
"Then how the devil am I to get him?" my uncle broke forth, with not unnatural petulance.
My grandfather (having no possible answer) grinned at his son with the malice of a schoolboy; then he rang the bell.
"Take the garden key," said Uncle Adam to the servant; "go over to the garden, and if Mr. Gregg the lawyer is there (he generally sits under the red hawthorn), give him old Mr. Loudon"s compliments, and will he step in here for a moment?"
"Mr. Gregg the lawyer!" At once I understood (what had been puzzling me) the significance of my grandfather and the alarm of my poor uncle: the stonemason"s will, it was supposed, hung trembling in the balance.
"Look here, grandfather," I said, "I didn"t want any of this. All I wanted was a loan of (say) two hundred pounds. I can take care of myself; I have prospects and opportunities, good friends in the States----"
The old man waved me down. "It"s me that speaks here," he said curtly; and we waited the coming of the lawyer in a triple silence. He appeared at last, the maid ushering him in--a spectacled, dry, but not ungenial looking man.
"Here, Gregg," cried my grandfather. "Just a question: What has Aadam got to do with my will?"
"I"m afraid I don"t quite understand," said the lawyer, staring.
"What has he got to do with it?" repeated the old man, smiting with his fist upon the arm of his chair. "Is my money mine"s, or is it Aadam"s?
Can Aadam interfere?"
"O, I see," said Mr. Gregg. "Certainly not. On the marriage of both of your children a certain sum was paid down and accepted in full of legitim. You have surely not forgotten the circ.u.mstance, Mr. Loudon?"
"So that, if I like," concluded my grandfather, hammering out his words, "I can leave every doit I die possessed of to the Great Magunn?"--meaning probably the Great Mogul.
"No doubt of it," replied Gregg, with a shadow of a smile.
"Ye hear that, Aadam?" asked my grandfather.
"I may be allowed to say I had no need to hear it," said my uncle.
"Very well," says my grandfather. "You and Jeannie"s yin can go for a bit walk. Me and Gregg has business."
When once I was in the hall alone with Uncle Adam, I turned to him, sick at heart. "Uncle Adam," I said, "you can understand, better than I can say, how very painful all this is to me."
"Yes, I am sorry you have seen your grandfather in so unamiable a light," replied this extraordinary man. "You shouldn"t allow it to affect your mind though. He has sterling qualities, quite an extraordinary character; and I have no fear but he means to behave handsomely to you."
His composure was beyond my imitation: the house could not contain me, nor could I even promise to return to it: in concession to which weakness, it was agreed that I should call in about an hour at the office of the lawyer, whom (as he left the library) Uncle Adam should waylay and inform of the arrangement. I suppose there was never a more topsy-turvy situation: you would have thought it was I who had suffered some rebuff, and that iron-sided Adam was a generous conqueror who scorned to take advantage.
It was plain enough that I was to be endowed: to what extent and upon what conditions I was now left for an hour to meditate in the wide and solitary thoroughfares of the new town, taking counsel with street-corner statues of George IV. and William Pitt, improving my mind with the pictures in the window of a music-shop, and renewing my acquaintance with Edinburgh east wind. By the end of the hour I made my way to Mr. Gregg"s office, where I was placed, with a few appropriate words, in possession of a cheque for two thousand pounds and a small parcel of architectural works.
"Mr. Loudon bids me add," continued the lawyer, consulting a little sheet of notes, "that although these volumes are very valuable to the practical builder, you must be careful not to lose originality. He tells you also not to be "hadden doun"--his own expression--by the theory of strains, and that Portland cement, properly sanded, will go a long way."
I smiled, and remarked that I supposed it would.
"I once lived in one of my excellent client"s houses," observed the lawyer; "and I was tempted, in that case, to think it had gone far enough."
"Under these circ.u.mstances, sir," said I, "you will be rather relieved to hear that I have no intention of becoming a builder."