""Yes, sir," said Willie--
"For modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight, His can"t be wrong whose life is in the right."
""Certainly not--certainly not," exclaimed Mr Darsy, in raptures.
"One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers, and of loud hurrahs."
""Nae denyin"t," said Willie; "and to a" wha doot it, I wad say--
Know, then, this truth (enough for man to know), Virtue alone is happiness below."
And, as he repeated the last line, he laid his hand with solemn emphasis on his heart.
"This last quotation did Willie"s business.
""Come, come," said Mr Darsy, shedding tears of delight, and taking Willie by the arm to conduct him into the house, "let us settle this small matter at once, and off hand. Just say at once, my friend, the lowest sum you really will take for these horses, and they are mine.
Sandy there is a well-meaning man, but he has his prejudices, as we all have."
""Weel then, sir, juist to be at a word wi" ye," replied Willie, "I"ll tak nine-and-twenty guineas for the black horse, and nineteen for the brown ane; and if that"s no a bargain, I never gied or got ane in my life."
""They"re no worth the half o"t, I manteen," exclaimed Sandy, energetically.
""Hush, Sandy, hush, man," said Mr Darsy. "I"m sure the horses are a fair bargain. This honest man would never ask more than they are worth."
""Wadna he, feth? said Sandy, with a satirical smile. "Sir, I"m thinkin ye"ll fin out that before ye"re a week aulder. Wait ye till the horses hae been twa days in the plough, and ye"ll see whether he has asked mair than the worth o" them or no. I wadna trust him farrer than I could throw a bull by the tail."
""Sandy, Sandy," exclaimed Mr Darsy, in a deprecating tone, "you have really a scandalous tongue. Have you forgot that beautiful verse in the universal prayer--
"Teach me to feel another"s wo; To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me."
""That"s a" very weel, sir; but I canna agree to hide the _cheat_ I see--that"s a different sort o" thing a"thegither."
""Sandy," said Mr Darsy, in a still more angry tone, "I really will hear no more of this." And thus rebuked, Sandy said no more; he saw it would be useless.
"Leaving the latter in charge of the horses, Mr Darsy and Willie now went into the house; and there the latter received the price of his cattle, together with a comfortable refection, during which he and his host kept up a running fire of quotations from Pope.
"The former, as the reader will recollect, had cautioned the latter not to make any allusion to the author just named in the hearing of his sister; and this caution Willie observed. He took care to make no quotations while she was present; but he had not been put on his guard against her overhearing them, and the consequence was, that some of them were made in a tone so emphatically loud, that she did overhear them, even from the distance of an adjoining apartment. Perhaps few else than Miss Sarah could have discerned what were the words so spoken; but _her_ ears were so sensitively alive to the language of the abhorred Pope, that she at once recognised them; and on doing so, immediately sent for her brother to come and speak with her, for she had known him to have been repeatedly swindled by Pope-quoters before, some of whom had committed a sc.r.a.p or two to memory for the express purpose.
""James," said Miss Sarah, on his coming into the apartment where she was,"I hear that man quoting Pope. Now, James, I beg you"ll be on your guard; for you may depend upon it he intends to cheat you. Recollect how often you have been taken in by Pope-quoters. There was the man that borrowed five pounds from you, on the strength of a quotation; there was the man that got your name to a fifty-pound bill, of which you had afterwards to pay every farthing, through precisely a similar claim on your bounty--for he had no other; then there was the fellow whom you recommended to the wood-merchants, and who forged a bill on his employers; then there were the silver spoons that you bought from the packman, and that turned out to be pewter and tin--all because they quoted Pope; then there was----But it would take me a week to go over half the impositions of which you have been the victim, through that detested and detestable Pope."
"To this tirade poor Mr Darsy listened with the utmost patience and meekness, while a smile of good-nature, blended with an expression of pity for his sister"s blindness to the merits of the poet, played on his intelligent and benevolent countenance.
""Well, Sarah, my dear," he said, when his sister had done speaking, "if I have been taken in by these people, as I am willing enough to allow I have, whether does the shame and disgrace lie with them or me?"
""I do not know, James, where the shame and disgrace lie," said his sister; "but I have a pretty good guess, and so have you, where the loss does. But all that I have to say, just now, James, is--be on your guard in your dealings with this Pope-quoting horse-couper."
"Mr Darsy was about to come out with a quotation in reply--he had a very apt one at his finger ends--but, recollecting that this would only further irritate his sister, he made a violent effort, and suppressed it, and merely said, with his usual benevolent smile, "I"ll take care, Sarah, my dear; I"ll take care." And, saying this, he left the apartment, and, rejoined Willie Craig, who soon after took his leave, with his money in his pocket, and a good dose of whisky punch under his belt.
"On leaving the house, Willie came accidentally across Sandy Ramsay, who was at the moment in the act of yoking the black horse to a cart.
""Ye hae gotten a prime beast there, Sandy," said Willie.
""If we hae, I"m thinkin we hae paid as weel for him," replied the latter dryly. "I"m dootin ye hae saft-saped the master to some purpose.
Ye hae come Pope owre him, as ither folks hae dune before ye."
"Willie smiled significantly, clapped his finger to his nose, and walked on without vouchsafing any other reply.
""What horse is that, Sandy?" said Mr Darsy on the forenoon of the second day after Willie Craig"s visit, as the former approached the house, leading an old grey, lame beast by the halter.
""Do ye no ken him, sir?" replied Sandy, with an ominous smile.
""No," rejoined Mr Darsy, gravely.
""Indeed, it"s little wonder. This is Willie Craig"s _black_ horse, but your grey ane."
""What do you mean, Sandy?" said Mr Darsy, in a tone of alarm. "You don"t mean to say that that"s my horse, my black horse?"
""It"s a" that"s for him, sir?" replied Sandy. "A shower o" rain"s made a" the difference. It has washed him into what ye see him--made him as grey as an auld rat. But his change o" colour"s no the warst o"t. See, he hasna a leg to staun upon, and every teeth that was in his head"s faun oot. There they are, every ane." And Sandy pulled a handful of horse-teeth out of his pocket. "I hurried him hame out o" the plough,"
continued Sandy, "before he wad fa" in pieces a"thegither, as I expected every moment he wad do."
"Mr Darsy held up his hands in amazement at this most extraordinary metamorphosis of his famous black charger, and muttered an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of surprise at the very strange occurrence, but said nothing for a few seconds. Although he said nothing, however, he felt a good deal; not for the pecuniary loss it involved--for that he did not care--but for the credit of the admirers of Pope. His sister, too--what would she say to it? Here was another instance of imposition chargeable against his adored author, to add to the long list of which she was already in possession. It was an awkward affair. He would ten times rather that the price of the horse had been thrown into the sea; and this he would cheerfully have done, had the alternative been put in his power. But there was no help for it.
""Sandy," said Mr Darsy, after musing for a moment on the astounding deception which had just come to light, "I"ll tell you what it is, regarding this very strange affair. I think it very possible--nay, very likely--that the man Craig has been himself imposed upon with this horse, and that he knew nothing of its defects; for I cannot believe that so decent, intelligent, and well-informed a man as he is, could be guilty of such villany as this. I cannot believe it. Now, then, Sandy, I"ll tell you what you"ll do--you"ll take the brown horse----"
""Wi, your leave, sir, I"ll no do that, for yon beast"s no chancy to come near, let alane to ride. He"s the maist vicious brute I ever saw, and "ll neither hap, stap, nor win. I dinna think ye"ll ever get ony guid o" him."
""G.o.d bless me!" exclaimed Mr Darsy, confounded at this additional misfortune; "he seemed quiet enough when brought here by Craig."
""Nae doot o"t, he did," replied Sandy; "and heaven knows hoo the scoundrel managed it! But he"s a very different thing noo, I can tell ye, sir."
""Dear me! that"s really odd," said Mr Darsy. "Well, then, Sandy, I"ll tell you what you"ll do: you"ll go to our good neighbour Mr Pentland, and get the loan of a pony from him, and ride over the length of Craig"s--he lives, you know, at Longlane; it"s only about nine miles distant--and tell him what has taken place; and I have no doubt he will at once refund the money, or, at any rate, give us other horses instead of those we have bought. He, indeed, said he would do the former, if we found anything wrong with them within a month."
""Catch him there, sir, if ye can," said Sandy. "The deil a bodle o" the price he"ll ever gi"e back. He"s no sae saft in the horn as that. He wad promise ye, I ha"e nae doot--he promises the same thing to every ane he sells a horse to; but whar"s the man ever got a penny back frae w.i.l.l.y Craig, for a" that? I would gie half-a-croon mysel to see him."
""Well, well, but do you just try him, Sandy," said Mr Darsy; "and I have no doubt you will find all turn out right, notwithstanding of appearances."
"Thus summarily enjoined, Sandy obtained the loan of a pony, mounted, and set off for Longlane, to have an interview with Willie Craig on the subject of his master"s purchase.
"Willie was standing at the door of his own house when Sandy approached; and, knowing well what he came about, would have retreated; but it was too late. He was seen; and, aware of this, he kept his ground manfully, and resolved to face out fearlessly the coming storm, as he had done many a one of a similar kind before. On Sandy"s approach, Willie, thrusting his hands into his breeches-pockets, and bursting into a loud laugh, hailed his coming visiter with--
"Come, then, my friend! my genius! come along!"
""Ay, I"ll come along," replied Sandy, angrily; "and maybe to your cost.
""Awake, my St John!" shouted Willie--
"Awake, my St John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings; Let us (since life can little more supply), Than just to look about us, and to die----"