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“Are both no more and the family property has been sold, but I trust may be recovered. Whatever is wanted to make your right effectual, I shall be most happy to supply.” “Nay, you may leave all that to me,'
, said the counsellor; “'t is my vocation, Hal, I shall make money of it.”
“I'm sure it's no for the like o' me,” observed Dinmont, “to speak to you gentlefolks; but if siller would help on the Captain's plea, and they sae nae plea gangs on weel without it”
“Except on Saturday night,” said Pleydell.
“Ay, but when your honour wadna take your fee ye wadna hae the cause neither, sae I 'll ne'er fash you on a Saturday at e'en again -- but I was saying, there's some siller in the spleuchant that's like the Captain's ain, for we've aye counted it such, baith Ailie and me.”
“No, no, Liddesdale - no occasion, no occasion whatever keep thy cash to stock thy farm."
“To stock my farm? Mr. Pleydell, your honour kens mony things, but ye dinna ken the farm o' Charlies-hope
it's sae weel stockit already, that we sell maybe sax hundred pounds off it ilka year, flesh and fell thegither na.”
“Can't you take another then?”
“I dinna ken - the Duke 's no that fond o’led farms, and he canna bide to put away the auld tenantry; and then I wadna like, mysell, to gang about whistling* and raising the rent on my neighbours."
“What, not upon thy neighbour at Dawston - Devilstone how d' ye call the place?”
“What, on Jock o' Dawston? hout na - he's a camsteary chield, and fasheous *** about marches, and we've had some bits o'splores thegither; but deil o' me if I wad wrang Jock o’Dawston neither.” # A spleuchan is a tobacco pouch, occasionally used as a purse.
Whistling, among the tenantry of a large estate, is, when an individual gives such information to the proprietor, or his managers, as to occasion the rent of his neighbours' farms being raised, which, for obvious reasons, is held a very unpopular practice.
Obstinate and unruly. *** Troublesome.
“Thou 'rt an honest fellow," said the lawyer; “get thee to bed. Thou wilt sleep sounder, I warrant thee, than many a man that throws off an embroidered coat, and puts on a laced nightcap. - Colonel, I see you are busy with our Enfant trouvé. But Barnes must give me a summons of wakening at seven to-morrow morning, for my servant 's a sleepy-headed fellow; and I dare say,.my clerk, Driver, has had Clarence's fate, and is drowned by this time in a butt of your ale; for Mrs. Allan promised to make him comfortable, and she 'll soon discover what he expects from that engagement. Good-night, Colonel good-night, Dominie Sampson-good-night, Dinmont the downright-goodnight, last of all, to the new-found representative of the Bertrams, and the Mac-Dingawaies, the Knarths, the Arths, the Godfreys, the Dennises, and the Rowlands, and, last and dearest title, heir of tailzie and provision of the lands and barony of Ellangowan, under the settlement of Lewis Bertram, Esq., whose representative you are."
And so saying, the old gentleman took his candle and left the room; and the company dispersed, after the Dominie had once more hugged and embraced his “little Harry Bertram," as he continued to call the young soldier of six feet high.
- My imagination
All's well that ends well. Ar the hour which he had appointed the preceding evening, the indefatigable lawyer was seated by a good fire, and a pair of war candles, with a velvet cap on his head, and a quilted silk night-gown on his person, busy arranging his memoranda of proofs and indications concerning the murder of Frank Kennedy. An express had also been despatched to Mr. Mac-Morlan, requesting his attendance at Woodbourne as soon as possible, on business of importance. Dinmont, fatigued with the events of the evening before, and finding the accommodations of Woodbourne much preferable to those of Mac-Guffog, was in no hurry to rise.
The impatience of Bertram might bave put him earlier in motion, but Colonel Mannering had intimated an intention to visit him in his apartment in the morning, and he did not choose to leave it. Before this interview he had dressed himself, Barnes having, by his master's orders, supplied him with every accommodation of linen, &c., and now anxiously waited the promised visit of his landlord.
In a short time a gentle tap announced the Colonel, with whom Bertram held a long and satisfactory conversation. Each, however, concealed from the other one circumstance. Mannering could not bring himself to acknowledge the astrological prediction; and Bertram was, from motives which may be easily conceived, silent respecting his love for Julia. In other respects, their intercourse was frank and grateful to both, and had latterly, upon the Colonel's part, even an approach to cordiality. Bertram carefully measured his own conduct by that of his host, and seemed rather to receive his offered kindness with gratitude and pleasure, than to press for it with solicitation.
Miss Bertram was in the breakfast parlour when Sampson shuffled in, his face all radiant with smiles; a circumstance so uncommon, that Lucy's first idea was, that somebody had been bantering him with an imposition, which had thrown him into this ecstasy. Having sate for some time, rolling his eyes and gaping with his mouth like the great wooden head at Merlin's exhibition, he at length began —“And what do you think of him, Miss Lucy?”
“Think of whom, Mr. Sampson?” asked the young lady. “Of Har
of him that you know about?” again demanded the Dominie.
“That I know about?” replied Lucy, totally at a loss to comprehend his meaning.
“Yes, the stranger, you know, that came last evening in the post vehicle he who shot young Hazlewood — ha, ha, ho!” burst forth the Dominie, with a laugh that sounded like neighing.
“Indeed, Mr. Sampson,” said his pupil, “you have chosen a strange subject for mirth - I think nothing about the man, only
I hope the outrage was accidental, and that we need not fear a repetition of it."
“Accidental! ho, ho, ha!" again whinnied Sampson.
“Really, Mr. Sampson," said Lucy, somewhat piqued, "you are unusually gay this morning."
“Yes, of a surety I am! 'ha, ha, ho! face-ti-ous--ho, ho, ha!"
“Sounusually facetious, my dear Sir," pursued the young lady, “that I would wish rather to know the meaning of your mirth, than to be amused with its effects only.” “You shall know it, Miss Lucy,
replied poor Abel -"Do you remember your brother?”
“Good God! how can you ask me? no one knows better than you, he was lost the very day I was born."
“Very true, very true," answered the Dominie, saddening at the recollection; “I was strangely oblivious ay, ay
too true - But you remember your worthy father?"
“How should you doubt it, Mr. Sampson? it is not so many weeks since".
“True, true ay, too true,” replied the Dominie, his Houyhnhom laugh sinking into a hysterical giggle, -"I will be facetious no more under these remembrances but look at that
Bertram at this instant entered the room. “Yes, look at him well – he is your father's living image; and as God has deprived you of your dear parents - O my children, love one another!”
“It is indeed my father's face and form,” said Lucy, turning very pale; Bertram ran to support her the Dominie to fetch water to throw upon her face ---(which in his haste he took from the boiling tea-urn) when fortunately her colour returning rapidly, saved her from the application of this ill-judged remedy. “I conjure you to tell me, Mr. Sampson,” she said in an interrupted, yet solemn voice, “is this my brother?”
“It is it is! - Miss Lucy, it is little Harry Bertram, as sure as God's sun is in that Heaven!”
“And this is my sister?” said Bertram, giving way to all that family affection, which had so long slumbered in his bosom for want of an object to expand itself upon.
“It is - it is! - it is Miss Lucy Bertram,” ejaculated Sampson, “whom by my poor aid you will find perfect in the tongues of France, and Italy, and even of Spain in reading and writing her vernacular tongue, and in arithmetic and book-keeping by double and single entry - I say nothing of her talents of shaping, and hemming, and governing a household, which, to give every one their due, she acquired not from me, but from the housekeeper - nor do I take merit for her performance upon stringed instruments, whereunto the instructions of an honourable young lady of virtue and modesty, and very facetious withal · Miss Julia Mannering - hath not meanly contributed - Suum cuique tribuito.”
“You, then,” said Bertram to his sister, “are all that remains to me! Last night, but more fully this morning, Colonel Mannering gave me an account of our family misfortunes, though without saying I should find my
sister here.” “That,” said Lucy, “he left to this gentleman to tell you, one of the kindest and most faithful of friends, who soothed my father's long sickness, witnessed his dying moments, and amid the heaviest clouds of fortune would not desert his orphan.”
“God bless him for it!” said Bertram, shaking the Dominie's hand, “he deserves the love with which I have always regarded even that dim and imperfect shadow of his memory which my childhood retained.”
“And God bless you both, my dear children,” said Sampson; “if it had not been for your sake, I would have been contented (had Heaven's pleasure so been) to lay my head upon the turf beside my patron.”
“But I trust,” said Bertram, “I am encouraged to hope we shall all see better days. All our wrongs shall be redressed, since Heaven has sent me means and friends to assert my right."
“Friends indeed!” echoed the Dominie, “and sent, as you truly say, by Him, to whom I early taught you to look up as the source of all that is good. There is the great Colonel Mannering from the Eastern Indies, a man of war from his birth upwards, but who is not the less a man of great erudition, considering his imperfect opportunities; and there is, moreover, the great Guy Mannering.