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of gold and silver coin.
"This is my bank, Jeanie lass," he said, looking first at her and then at the treasure, with an air of great complacency, – "nane o' your goldsmith's bills for me, – they bring folk to ruin."
Then, suddenly changing his tone, he resolutely said, – "Jeanie, I will make ye Lady Dumbiedikes afore the sun sets and ye may ride to Lunnon in your ain coach, if ye like."
"Na, Laird," said Jeanie, "that can never be – my father's grief – my sister's situation – the discredit to you"
"That's my business," said Dumbiedikes; "ye wad say naething about that if ye werena a fule – and yet I like ye the better for't – ae wise body's eneugh in the married state. But if your heart's ower fu', take what siller will serve ye, and let it be when ye come back again – as gude syne as sune."
"But, Laird," said Jeanie, who felt the necessity of being explicit with so extraordinary a lover, "I like another man better than you, and I canna marry ye."
"Another man better than me, Jeanie!" said Dumbiedikes; "how is that possible? It's no possible, woman – ye hae ken'd me sae lang."
"Ay but, Laird," said Jeanie, with persevering simplicity, "I hae ken'd him langer."
"Langer! It's no possible!" exclaimed the poor Laird. "It canna be; ye were born on the land. O Jeanie woman, ye haena lookit – ye haena seen the half o' the gear." He drew out another drawer – "A' gowd, Jeanie, and there's bands for siller lent – And the rental book, Jeanie – clear three hunder sterling – deil a wadset, heritable band, or burden – Ye haena lookit at them, woman – And then my mother's wardrobe, and my grandmother's forby – silk gowns wad stand on their ends, their pearline-lace as fine as spiders' webs, and rings and ear-rings to the boot of a' that – they are a' in the chamber of deas – Oh, Jeanie, gang up the stair and look at them!"
But Jeanie held fast her integrity, though beset with temptations, which perhaps the Laird of Dumbiedikes did not greatly err in supposing were those most affecting to her sex.
"It canna be, Laird – I have said it – and I canna break my word till him, if ye wad gie me the haill barony of Dalkeith, and Lugton into the bargain."
"Your word to him," said the Laird, somewhat pettishly; "but wha is he, Jeanie? – wha is he? – I haena heard his name yet – Come now, Jeanie, ye are but queering us – I am no trowing that there is sic a ane in the warld – ye are but making fashion – What is he? – wha is he?"
"Just Reuben Butler, that's schulemaster at Liberton," said Jeanie.
"Reuben Butler! Reuben Butler!" echoed the Laird of Dumbiedikes, pacing the apartment in high disdain, – "Reuben Butler, the dominie at Liberton – and a dominie depute too! – Reuben, the son of my cottar! – Very weel, Jeanie lass, wilfu' woman will hae her way – Reuben Butler! he hasna in his pouch the value o' the auld black coat he wears – But it disna signify." And as he spoke, he shut successively and with vehemence the drawers of his treasury. "A fair offer, Jeanie, is nae cause of feud – Ae man may bring a horse to the water, but twenty winna gar him drink – And as for wasting my substance on other folk's joes"
There was something in the last hint that nettled Jeanie's honest pride. – "I was begging nane frae your honour," she said; "least of a' on sic a score as ye pit it on. – Gude morning to ye, sir; ye hae been kind to my father, and it isna in my heart to think otherwise than kindly of you."
So saying, she left the room without listening to a faint "But, Jeanie – Jeanie – stay, woman!" and traversing the courtyard with a quick step, she set out on her forward journey, her bosom glowing with that natural indignation and shame, which an honest mind feels at having subjected itself to ask a favour, which had been unexpectedly refused. When out of the Laird's ground, and once more upon the public road, her pace slackened, her anger cooled, and anxious anticipations of the consequence of this unexpected disappointment began to influence her with other feelings. Must she then actually beg her way to London? for such seemed the alternative; or must she turn back, and solicit her father for money? and by doing so lose time, which was precious, besides the risk of encountering his positive prohibition respecting the journey! Yet she saw no medium between these alternatives; and, while she walked slowly on, was still meditating whether it were not better to return.
While she was thus in an uncertainty, she heard the clatter of a horse's hoofs, and a well-known voice calling her name. She looked round, and saw advancing towards her on a pony, whose bare back and halter assorted ill with the nightgown, slippers, and laced cocked-hat of the rider, a cavalier of no less importance than Dumbiedikes himself. In the energy of his pursuit, he had overcome even the Highland obstinacy of Rory Bean, and compelled that self-willed palfrey to canter the way his rider chose; which Rory, however, performed with all the symptoms of reluctance, turning his head, and accompanying every bound he made in advance with a sidelong motion, which indicated his extreme wish to turn round, – a manoeuvre which nothing but the constant exercise of the Laird's heels and cudgel could possibly have counteracted.
When the Laird came up with Jeanie, the first words he uttered were, – "Jeanie, they say ane shouldna aye take a woman at her first word?"
"Ay, but ye maun take me at mine, Laird," said Jeanie, looking on the ground, and walking on without a pause. – "I hae but ae word to bestow on ony body, and that's aye a true ane."
"Then," said Dumbiedikes, "at least ye suldna aye take a man at his first word. Ye maunna gang this wilfu' gate sillerless, come o't what like." – He put a purse into her hand. "I wad gie you Rory too, but he's as wilfu' as yoursell, and he's ower weel used to a gate that maybe he and I hae gaen ower aften, and he'll gang nae road else."
"But, Laird," said Jeanie, "though I ken my father will satisfy every penny of this siller, whatever there's o't, yet I wadna like to borrow it frae ane that maybe thinks of something mair than the paying o't back again."
"There's just twenty-five guineas o't," said Dumbiedikes, with a gentle sigh, "and whether your father pays or disna pay, I make ye free till't without another word. Gang where ye like – do what ye like – and marry a' the Butlers in the country gin ye like – And sae, gude morning to you, Jeanie."
"And God bless you, Laird, wi' mony a gude morning!" said Jeanie, her heart more softened by the unwonted generosity of this uncouth character, than perhaps Butler might have approved, had he known her feelings at that moment; "and comfort, and the Lord's peace, and the peace of the world, be with you, if we suld never meet again!"
Dumbiedikes turned and waved his hand; and his pony, much more willing to return than he had been to set out, hurried him homeward so fast, that, wanting the aid of a regular bridle, as well as of saddle and stirrups, he was too much puzzled to keep his seat to permit of his looking behind, even to give the parting glance of a forlorn swain. I am ashamed to say, that the sight of a lover, ran away with in nightgown and slippers and a laced hat, by a bare-backed Highland pony, had something in it of a sedative, even to a grateful and deserved burst of affectionate esteem. The figure of Dumbiedikes was too ludicrous not to confirm Jeanie in the original sentiments she entertained towards him.
"He's a gude creature," said she, "and a kind – it's a pity he has sae willyard a powny." And she immediately turned her thoughts to the important journey which she had commenced, reflecting with pleasure, that, according to her habits of life and of undergoing fatigue, she was now amply or even superfluously provided with the means of encountering the expenses of the road, up and down from London, and all other expenses whatever.
CHAPTER THIRD
What strange and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head;
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"
In pursuing her solitary journey, our heroine, soon after passing the house of Dumbiedikes, gained a little eminence, from which, on looking to the eastward down a prattling brook, whose meanders were shaded with straggling widows and alder trees, she could see the cottages of Woodend and Beersheba, the haunts and habitation of her early life,