"Have you any objection to try?" said the stranger, with a gentle smile.
"None whatever," replied the hospitable yeoman.
"Well, Mr Adair," said the stranger, with more gravity of manner, "to convert jest into earnest, I have a proposal to make to you. I have been for some time looking out for such a quiet retirement as this is, and a family as respectable and agreeable as yours seems to me to be. Now, having found both of these things to my mind here, I will, if you have no objection, become a boarder with you, Mr Adair, paying you a hundred guineas a-year; and here," he said, drawing out a well-filled purse, and emptying its contents on the table--"here are fifty guineas in advance."
And he told off from the heap that lay on the table, the sum he named, and thrust it towards his astonished host. "And let me add," went on the mysterious stranger, "that, if you agree to my proposal, and continue to put up as well together as I expect we shall, I will not limit my payment to the sum I have mentioned. What say you to this, Mr Adair?"
To _this_ Mr Adair could say nothing for some time. Not a word. He was lost in perplexity and amazement--a state of mental difficulty and embarra.s.sment, which he made manifest by scratching his head, and looking, with a bewildered sort of smile, alternately at the gold and its late owner--first at the one, then at the other. At length--
"Well," he said, still scratching his head, "this is a queer sort o"
business, an" a turn o" matters I didna look for ava; but I hae seen waur things come o" better beginnins. To tell ye a truth, sir," continued the perplexed yeoman, "I"m no oot o" the need o" the siller. But, if ye"ll just stop a minute, if ye please, till I speak to the guidwife on the subject."
And, with this, Adair hurried out of the room; and, having done this, he hurried his wife into another, and told her of what had just taken place, concluding with a--"An", noo, guidwife, what do ye think we should do?"
"Tak the siller, to be sure," replied the latter. "He seems to me to be a decent, canny lad; and, at ony rate, we canna be far wrang wi" ae six months o" him, ony way, seein that he"s payin the siller afore haun. That"s the grand point, Rab."
"Feth, it"s that, guidwife--nae doot o"t," replied her husband. "Juist the pint o" pints. But whar"ll ye put the lad?"
"Ou, tak ye nae fash about that, guidman. I"ll manage that. Isna there the wee room up the stair, wi" a bed in"t that micht sair the king himself--sheets as white as the driven snaw, and guid stripped druggit curtains just oot o" the mangle?"
"Weel, weel, guidwife, ony way ye like as to thae matters," replied Adair; "and I"ll awa, in the meantime, and get haud o" the siller. There"s gowd yonner for the liftin. Deil o" the like o"t ever I saw." Saying this, he flung out of the apartment, and in the next minute was again in the presence of the mysterious stranger.
On his entering--"Well, Mr Adair," said the latter, "what does your good lady say to my becoming a boarder with her?"
"Feth, sir, she"s very willin, and says ye may depend on her and her dochter doin everything in their power to make ye comfortable."
"Of that I have no doubt," said the stranger; "and now, then, that this matter is so far settled, take up your money, Mr Adair, and reckon on punctual payments for the future."
"No mis...o...b..in that, sir, at a"," said the latter, picking up the guineas, one after another, and chucking them into a small leathern purse which he had brought for the purpose. "No mis...o...b..in" at a", sir," he said. "I tak this to be guid earnest o" that."
The stranger, then, whoever he was, was now fairly domiciled in the house of Mr Adair. The name he gave himself was Mowbray; and by this name he was henceforth known.
For two years succeeding the period of which we have just been speaking, did Mr Mowbray continue an inmate of West Mains, without any single circ.u.mstance occurring to throw the smallest light on his history. At the end of this period, as little was known regarding him as on the day of his first arrival. On this subject he never communicated anything himself; and, as he was always punctual in his payments, and most exemplary in his general conduct, those with whom he resided did not feel themselves called upon, nor would it have been decorous, to make any further inquiry on the subject. Indeed although they had desired to do so, there was no way open to them by which to obtain such information.
During the period alluded to, Mr Mowbray spent the greater part of his time in reading; having, since his settlement at West Mains, opened a communication with a bookseller in the neighbouring country town of ----; and in walking about the country, visiting the more remarkable scenery, and other interesting objects in the neighbourhood.
During all this time, too, his habits were extremely retired; shunning, as much as he possibly could, all intercourse with those whom he accidentally met; and, even at home, mingling but little with the family with which he resided. Privacy and quietness, in short, seemed to be the great objects of his desire; and the members of Mr Adair"s household, becoming aware of this, not only never needlessly intruded themselves on him, but studiously avoided involving him in conversation, which they observed was always annoying to him. He was thus allowed to go abroad and to return, and even to pa.s.s, when accidentally met by any members of the family, without any notice being taken of him, further, perhaps, than a slight nod of civility, which he usually returned without uttering a syllable.
From all this--his retired habits, deep-seated melancholy, and immoveable taciturnity--it was evident to Mr Adair and his family that their boarder was labouring under some grievous depression of mind; and in this opinion they were confirmed by various expressions of grief, not unaccompanied by others of contrition, which they had frequently overheard, accidentally, as they pa.s.sed the door of his apartment on occasions--and these were frequent--when Mr Mowbray seemed more than usually depressed by the sorrow to which he was a prey.
With all this reserve and seclusion, however, there was nothing repulsive in Mr Mowbray"s manners or habits. He was grave without being morose, taciturn without being churlish, and sought quietness and retirement himself, without any expression of impatience with, or sign of peevishness at, the stir and bustle around him.
As a matter of course, the history and character of Mr Mowbray excited, at least for a time, much speculation in the neighbourhood; and these speculations, as a matter of course, also, as we may venture to say, were not in general of the most charitable description. One of these held forth that he was a retired highwayman, who had sought a quiet corner in which to enjoy the fruits of his industry, and to avoid the impertinences of the law; another held that he was a murderer, who had fled from justice; another that he was a bankrupt, who had swindled his creditors; a fourth, that he was a forger, who had done business in that way to a vast extent.
As to the nature of the crime which Mr Mowbray had committed, it will be seen that there were various opinions; but that he had committed some enormous crimes of some sort or other, was a universal opinion--in this general sentiment all agreed.
Amongst other mysteries, was that involved in the query--where did he get his money? Where did it come from? He did not, indeed, seem to have the command of very extensive resources; but always to have enough to pay punctually and promptly everything he desired, and to settle all pecuniary claims upon him.
His remittances, it was also ascertained, came to him, from whatever quarter it might be, regularly twice a-year, per the English mail, which pa.s.sed within a mile and a half of West Mains. The exact amount of these remittances, which were always in gold, and put up in a small, neat, tight parcel, was never exactly known; but was supposed, on pretty good grounds, to be, each, somewhere about a hundred and fifty guineas, one of which went to Mr Adair; for Mr Mowbray had, of his own accord, added fifty guineas per annum to the hundred which he had first promised. The other hundred and fifty was disposed of in various ways, or left to acc.u.mulate with their owner. Such, then, was the amount of information acquired regarding Mr Mowbray"s pecuniary resources; and more, on this point, or any other regarding him, could not, by any means, be arrived at.
By the end of the period, however, which we have above named--namely, two years--public opinion had, we must observe, undergone a considerable modification in Mr Mowbray"s favour. He had been gradually acquitted of his various crimes; and the worst that was now believed of him was, that he was a gentleman whom troubles, of some kind or other, had driven from the world.
This favourable change in public opinion regarding him was, in a great measure, if not, indeed, wholly owing to the regularity of his conduct, the gentleness of his manners, his generosity--for he was a liberal contributor to the relief of the necessitous poor in his vicinity--and to the rigid punctuality he observed in all his pecuniary transactions.
In the family in which he resided, where there were, of course, better opportunities for judging of his character, and estimating his good qualities, he came to be much beloved. Adair, as he often said himself, would "gae through fire and water to serve him;" for a more honourable, or "discreet" young gentleman, as he also frequently said, "didna breathe the breath o" existence."
On every other member of the family, the impression he made was equally favourable; and, on one of them, in particular, we might speak of it in yet stronger language. But of this anon.
The general conviction into which the family with which Mr Mowbray resided fell, regarding the personal history of that person, was, that he was a gentleman who possessed a moderate annuity from some fixed sum, and that some disgust with the world had driven him into his present retirement; and in this conviction they had now been so long and so completely settled, that they firmly believed in its truth, and never after dreamed of again agitating the question, even in the most distant manner.
Thus, then, stood matters at West Mains at the end of two years from the period at which our story opens. Hitherto, however, we have only exhibited what was pa.s.sing above board. We will now give the reader a peep of certain little matters that were going on behind the scenes.
A short while previous to the time of which we now speak, Rosy"s sister, Martha, had gone to Edinburgh to spend the winter with a near relative of her father; partly as a friendly visit, and partly for the purpose of perfecting herself in certain branches of female education. This separation was a painful one to the two sisters, for they were much attached to each other; but they determined to compensate it by maintaining a close and regular correspondence; and huge was the budget that each soon acc.u.mulated of the other"s epistolary performances. Out of these budgets we will select a couple, which will give the reader a hint of some things of which, we daresay, he little dreamed. The first is from Martha to her sister, and is dated from Edinburgh.
"MY DEAR ROSY," (runs this doc.u.ment,) "I received your kind letter by Mr Meiklewham, likewise the little jar of b.u.t.ter for Aunt, who says it is delicious, and that she would know it to be West Mains b.u.t.ter wherever she should have met with it.
"I am delighted to hear that you are all well, and that Mr Mowbray has got better of his slight indisposition. By the by, Rosy, I have observed that you are particularly guarded in all your communications about Mr M. When you speak of him you don"t do so with your usual sprightliness of manner.
Ah! Rosy, Rosy, I doubt--I doubt--I have long doubted, or rather, I have been long convinced--of _what_, say you blushing! _N"importe_--nothing at all. Do you believe me, Rosy?--No, you don"t. Does Mr M. fix his fine expressive eyes on you as often and as intensely as he used to do? Eh, Rosy!--Now, there"s something you can"t deny.
"To be serious, Rosy, my dear sister, I have long been satisfied that you are loved by Mr Mowbray--deeply, sincerely, ardently loved. And, more, my dear Rosy, I am equally satisfied that Mr Mowbray is loved by _you_. I am certain of it. I have marked many symptoms of it, although I have never mentioned it to you before; and I do it now in order to induce you to unburden yourself of such feelings, as it may relieve you to discover to a sister who loves you tenderly and sincerely," &c, &c.
Our next quotation is from Martha"s budget; and we shall select the letter she received in reply to the one above given. It is dated West Mains, and proceeds thus:--
"MY DEAR MARTHA,--It is not in my nature to play a double part. I freely confess, my dear Martha, in reply to your lecture on a certain subject, that Mr Mowbray is not indifferent to me. I have long, I avow it, admired the many good qualities which we have all acknowledged him to possess--his gentlemanly bearing; his accomplishments; the elegance of his manners, and the n.o.ble generosity of his nature. These I have indeed, Martha, long admired. But what reason have you for supposing that your sister, with nothing to recommend her but some very homely advantage of person, can have made any impression on the heart of such a man as Mr Mowbray? Here, Martha, you are decidedly at fault, and have jumped to a conclusion which you have rather wished than believed. But, enough of this foolish matter."--And here the fair writer leaps off to another subject, which, as it has no reference to our story, nor any particular interest of its own, we beg to leave in the oblivion in which it reposes. And having quoted enough of the sisters"
correspondence for our purpose, we will here, again, throw our narrative into its more direct and legitimate channel.
By the letters above given, we have shewn pretty plainly that, on the part of the one sister, a secret attachment to the unknown lodger was in rapid progress, if it had not indeed already attained a height fatal to the peace of mind of her by whom it was entertained; and that, on the part of the other, a strong suspicion existed, not only that such love had been generated, but that this love was mutual. And was it so? It was. Mr Mowbray had not, indeed, made any very palpable advances, nor displayed any symptoms of the state of his feelings, which any one but such a close and shrewd observer as Martha could have detected. To no other eyes did this secret stand revealed. But there was now, in his general manner towards Rosy, much that such an observer could not fail to be struck with, or to attribute to its real and proper cause. Nor was this change confined to his intercourse with Rosy Adair--to the slight confusion that appeared in his countenance whenever they accidentally met each other, unseen of any one besides, and to the evident pleasure which he took in her society--to the circ.u.mstance of his seeking that pleasure as often as he could without making it subject of remark. No, the change that had now come over Mr Mowbray was not confined to what such incidents as these may be presumed to indicate; his spirit also, the whole tenor of his thoughts, the whole const.i.tution of his mind, seemed equally under the influence of his new-born pa.s.sion. His manner became more cheerful; his eye became lighted up with an unwonted fire; and he no longer indulged in the seclusion which he had so sedulously sought when he first came to West Mains. Mr Mowbray was now, in fact, a changed man, and changed for the better. He was now no longer the weeping, melancholy recluse, but a character evidently much more suitable to his natural temper and dispositions--a gay and cheerful man of the world. It was, indeed, a marvellous change; but so it was.
This, however--referring to the attachment which had thus grown up between Rosy Adair and Mr Mowbray--was a state of matters which could not long remain in the position in which we have represented them; some result or conclusion was inevitable--and it arrived. Mr Mowbray gradually became more and more open in his communications with Miss Adair; gradually disclosed the state of his feelings with regard to her, and finally avowed his love.
Miss Adair heard the delightful confession with an emotion she could not conceal; and, ingenuous in everything, in all she said and did, avowed that she loved in return.
"Then, my Rosina, my beloved Rosina," exclaimed Mr Mowbray, in a wild transport of joy--and throwing himself, in the excitation of the moment, at the feet of her whom he addressed--"allow me to mention this matter to your father, and to seek his consent to your making me the happiest of living men."
The liberty he thus sought with such grace and earnestness, was blushingly granted; not indeed, in express words, but with a silence equally intelligible and more eloquent than words.
In five minutes after, Mr Mowbray was closeted, and in earnest conversation with Mr Adair. He had already announced his attachment to his daughter, and had sought his consent to their union. Mr Adair had yet made no reply. The request was one of too serious a nature to be hastily or unreflectingly acquiesced in. At length--
"Weel, Mr Mowbray," said Mr Adair, "I"ll tell ye what it is: although I certainly haena a" the knowledge o" ye--that is, regarding yoursel and your affairs--that I maybe hae a richt to insist on haein before giein ye the haun o" my dochter--and this for a" the time that ye hae been under my roof--yet, as in that time--noo, I think, something owre twa year gane by--yer conduct has aye been that o" a gentleman, in a" respects--sober, discreet, and reglar; most exemplary, I maun say;--and, as I am satisfied that ye hae the means o" supportin a wife, in a decent way, no to say that there may be muckle owre either, I really think I can hae nae reasonable objections to gie ye Rosy after a"."
During this speech of the worthy yeoman"s, there was on Mr Mowbray"s countenance a smile of peculiar meaning; evidently one under which lay something amusing, mingled with the expression of satisfaction which Mr Adair"s sanction to his marriage with Rosina had elicited.
Delighted with the success of his mission, Mr Mowbray now flew to the apartment in which he had left Miss Adair, and, enfolding her in his arms, in a transport of joy, informed her that he had obtained her father"s consent to their union, and concluded by asking her to name the day which should make her his for ever. This, however, being rather too summary a proceeding, Rosina declined; and Mr Mowbray was obliged to be content with a promise of the matter being taken into consideration on an early day.