And, after some farther concerted arrangements, the heritor left his affianced, and proceeded to Cauldshouthers, to report to Grizelda what he had achieved. In a short time, accordingly, the marriage was solemnized; and a very suitable display was made in the mansion of Cauldshouthers, where there were invited many of the neighbouring aristocrats. There were the Bogends, and the Hallmyres, and the Glenmucks, and others, some of whom, though they had a.s.serted a superiority over the Geddeses, and turned up their noses at the match with a burgher widow with five thousand pounds, made by the vulgar operation of cotton-spinning, yet could not refuse the boon of their presence at the wedding of one of their own sect of exclusives. Miss Grizelda acted as mistress of the ceremonies, and contrived, by proper training, to make the bride go through the aristocratic drill with much eclat. She had correct opinions, as well as good practice, in this department. It is only the degenerate modern town-elite, among the exclusives, who pretend that _easiness_ of manners--meaning thereby the total absence of all dignified _stiffness_--is the true test of aristocratic breeding. The older and truer stock of the country--such as the Geddeses--despise this beggarly town-born maxim: with them nothing can be too stiff; buckram-att.i.tudes and dresses are the very staple of their calling. And why not? Any graceful snab or snip, of good spirits, when freed from the stool or board, may be as free and frisky as a kitten; but to carry out a legitimate and consistent stiffness of the G.o.dlike machine with an according costiveness of speech and loftiness of sentiment, can belong only to those who have been born great; and so, to be sure, these were the maxims on which Grizelda acted in qualifying the bride to appear in a becoming manner before the Tweeddale grandees.
Everything went off well. The dame was given out as a Duckpool; and it must have been fairly admitted, even by the proud Bogends, that she could not have acted her part better though she had been in reality descended from that house, so favoured by the fifth James, at the very time that he brought Drumelzier to his knees at Glenwhappen.
And it may thus be augured, that the Thane of Cauldshouthers was satisfied. The manners imparted to Mrs. Geddes by the sister, seemed to adhere to her; and though the Glenmucks alleged that her dignified rigidity was nothing but burgher awkwardness, it was not believed by those who knew that gentle blood hath in it some seeds of spleen.
"She performs her pairt wi" native dignity," was Gilbert"s opinion expressed to his sister; "and seems to feel as if she had been born to sustain the important character she has to play, as the wife o" ane o"
the auldest heritors o" Tweeddale. But ye maun keep at her, Girz; and, while you are improving her, I"ll be busy with the bogs. We"ll mak a"
arable that will be arable."
And straightway, accordingly, he set about disposing of a part of his wife"s tocher, in planting, and draining, and hedging, and ditching, with a view to impart some heat to Cauldshouthers, in return for the warmth which the fleeces of coa.r.s.e wool had yielded to him and others.
Meanwhile, the training within doors went on. Tea-parties were good discipline; and at one of these, the mistress of Bogend and her two daughters, and the mistress of Hallmyre and her daughter and nephew, and a number of others, witnessed the improvement of their new married neighbour. Pedigrees were always the favourite topic at Cauldshouthers.
"I maun hae Mrs Geddes"s reduced to paper," said the laird, "for the satisfaction o" ye a". I like a tree--there"s a certainty about it that defies a" envy. There"s few o" us, I wot, that can count sae far back as the Bertrams."
"Mrs. Geddes might tell us off hand," said the mistress of Bogend, piqued of course. "I could gie the Bogends from the first to the last."
"And I hae a" the Ha"myres on my tongue"s end," said she of that old family.
"And I could gie the Geddeses, stock and stem," added Grizelda.
"But it doesna follow that Mrs. Geddes has just the same extent o"
memory," said the laird, as a cover to his half-marrow.
"Indeed, my memory is very poor on family descents," said the wife; "and there is now none of our family left to a.s.sist my recollections."
"Ah, Janet," cried a voice from the door, which had opened in the meantime and let in a stout huckster-looking dame and two children. "I am right glad to see you sae weel settled," she continued, as she bustled forward and seized the mistress of the house by the hand. "But it wasna friendly, it wasna like a sister, woman, no to write and tell me o" yer marriage. Heigh! but I am tired after that lang ride frae Glasgow. Sit down, childer; it"s yer aunty"s house, and, by my faith, it"s nae sma affair; but oh, it has an awfu name."
The speaker had it all to herself, save for a whisper from the lady of Bogend, who asked her of Hallmyres if this would be another of the Duckpools. The others were dumb from amazement; and the new-comer gloried in the silence.
"Wasna that a lucky affair--that siller left us by the cotton spinner?"
she rattled forth with increasing volubility. "Be quiet, childer. Faith, la.s.s, if we hadna got our legacy just in the nick as it were, our John, wha was only makin six shillings a week at the heckling, wad hae gi"en up the ghaist a"thegither."
The laird was getting fidgetty, and looked round for the servant; Grizelda was still dumb; the Bogends and Hallmyres were all curiosity; and Mrs. Geddes looked as if she could not help it. All was still an open field for the speaker.
"But, dear me, la.s.s," again cried the visiter, "we never heard o"
Serjeant Shirley"s death."
"If ye"re ony friend o" Mrs. Geddes"s," said the laird, recovering himself, "you had better step ben to the parlour, and she"ll see you there."
"Ou, I"m brawly where I am, sir," replied she of St. Mungo"s. "There"s nae use for ceremony wi" friends. Ye"ll be Janet"s husband, I fancy?
Keep aff the back o" yer uncle"s chair, ye ill-mannered brat."
"There is a woman in the parlour wishes to see yon, Mrs. Geddes," said the servant.
"What like is she?" cried the Glasgow friend. "Is she a weel-faured woman, wi" a bairn at her foot?"
"Yes," was the reply.
"Just bring her in here, then," continued the speaker. "It"s our sister Betty. I asked her to meet me here the day, and she was to get a cast o"
a cart as far as Linton. She was to hae brocht Saunders wi" her, but there"s some great folk dead about Lithgow, and he"s been sae thrang wi"
their mournings that I fancy he couldna win."
"Are these your sisters, Mrs. Geddes?" said the lady of Bogend, who probably enjoyed secretly the perplexity around her.
"I can answer for mysel," replied the visiter; "and whether this be Betty or no, I"ll soon tell ye;" and she rose to waddle to the door to satisfy the inquiry of the lady of Bogend. "The truth is, madam," she said, by way of favoured intelligence, as she pa.s.sed the chair of the latter, "we"re a" sisters; but, if we had been on the richt side o" the blanket--ye ken what I mean, if our faither and mither had been married--the siller left us by our uncle the cotton-spinner wad hae been twice as muckle. Is that you, Betty?" she bawled at the door. "Come in, woman."
"Save us!--save us!--the honour o" the Geddeses is gane for ever,"
groaned Gilbert.
"It"s just me, Peggy," responded another voice from the pa.s.sage; and the heavy tread of a weary traveller, mixed with the cries of a child, announced an approach. The two entered. The woman was dressed like the wife of a man of her husband"s profession, who had got a recent legacy.
"Saunders is coming, after a," cried Betty, as she entered. "He got done with the mournings on Wednesday. He"s in the public-house, alang the road there, taking a dram wi" a friend, and will be here immediately.
John, I fancy, couldna win. Ye"re weel set doon, Janet," she continued, as she stood and stared at the room, turning round and round. "My troth, la.s.s, ye hae fa"n on yer feet at last. It was just as weel the sergeant de"ed. Sit ye there, Geordie, and see if ye can learn manners enough to haud yer tongue."
The little cousins, Geordie, Johnny, and Jessie, entered instantly into a clattering of friendly recognizances; and the two mothers bustled forward to chairs alongside of their sister, the lady of the house, whose colour had come and gone twenty times, and all power of speech had been taken away from her by a discovery as sudden as it was unpleasant.
Yet what was to be done? Was the aristocratic Grizelda to sit and see tea filled out for the wives and weans of a dresser of yarns, and an artificer of garments? Was the honour of the Geddeses of Cauldshouthers to be scuttled by a needle and a hackle-tooth? But matters were not destined to remain even upon the poise of these pivots. The little nephew of Hallmyres, annoyed by the burgher-bairns, struck one of them a blow in the face, which the spruce scion of the Lithgow tailor returned with far more gallantry than might have been expected from one of his degenerate caste. The cousin Johnny took the part of his relative; and matters were fast progressing towards hostilities, when the lady of Hallmyres rose to quell the incipient affair.
"Aff hands, my woman," cried Peggy, suddenly leaving her chair.
"Ay, ay," added Betty, "we hae at least a right to civility in the house o" our sister. We come kindly and friendly, as may be seen frae what"s in my bundle--a gude bacon ham, and a gude ca.s.simir waistcoat, sewed by Saunders" ain hands, for the guidman o" Cauldshouthers, and a" we want is something like friendliness in return. Just let the bairns alane.
They"ll gree fine when better acquaint."
"Mrs. Geddes," said Grizelda, with a puckered face and a starched manner, "ye"ll better tak yer friends ben the house."
"Awa wi" them!" added the laird. "We maun hae a reckoning about a"
this."
"There"s no the sma"est occasion for"t," responded Betty. "The bairns will agree fine. Just let them play themselves while we"re taking our tea. Saunders will be here immediately."
"A guid advice," added Peggy; "but wha are our friends, Janet? Canna ye speak, woman? This will be Mr. Geddes, my brither-in-law, I fancy; and this will be Girzie, my gude-sister; but as for the ithers, I ken nae mair about them than I do o" the brothers and sisters o" the sergeant, wham I never saw."
"And here comes Saunders, at last," cried Betty, rising, and running to the window. "I will gang and let him in."
Bustling to the door, she executed her purpose, and straightway appeared again, ushering in, with a face that told her pride in her husband, a Crispinite, wonderfully _bien fait_, dressed in a suit of glossy black, clean shaven, and as pale as any sprig of n.o.bility.
"Mr. Geddes, I presume," said he, rubbing his hands, which retained the marks of the needle, if not the dye of the mournings.
"Here"s a chair for ye, Saunders," cried Betty. "Ye"ll no be caring for tea, after the gill ye had wi" yer auld foreman, at the sign o" the "Harrow," yonder. Had ye ony mair after I left ye? I"m no sure about yer e"e. There"s mair glamour in"t than there should be. Sit ye down, and I"ll bring the bundle with the ham and the waistcoat."
Grizelda held up her hands in amazement.
"For the love o" heaven, leave us, good leddies," she said to her friends.
"Oh ay," added the laird, "leave us, leave us, for mercy"s sake."
"You have got into a duckpool," whispered the lady of Hallmyres, as she rose, followed by the others; "and I wish you fair out of it. Good by--good by."