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  “Oh,Donal!”shesaidatlength,almostinawhisper,“thisislikeadreamIoncehad,ofgoingdownanddownalongroundaboutroad,insidetheearth,downanddown,totheheartofaplacefullofthedead——thegroundblackwithdeath,andbetweenhorriblewalls。”

  Donallookedather;hisfacewasinthelightreflectedfromtheoppositegrayprecipice:shethoughtitlookedwhiteandstrange,andgrewmorefrightened,butdarednotspeak。PresentlyDonalagainbegantosing,andthisissomethinglikewhathesang:——

  “Death!whaurdoyebide,auldDeath?”

  “Ibideinilkabreath,“

  Quo’Death。

  “Noi’thepyramids,An’nothewormsamids,’Nethcoffin-lids;

  Ibidenawhaurlifehasbeen,An’whaur’snaemairtobedune。”

  “Death!whaurdoyebide,auldDeath?”

  “Wi’theleevin’,todee’at’slaith,“

  Quo’Death。

  “Wi’themanan’thewife’Atlo’elikelife,Butstrife;without

  Wi’thebairns’athingtotheirmither,An’a’’atlo’eaneanither。”

  “Death!whaurdoyebide,auldDeath?”

  “Abunean’abootan’aneath,“

  Quo’Death。

  “Buto’a’theairts,An’o’a’thepairts,Inherts,Whanthetanetothetithersaysna,An’thenorthwin’beginstoblaw。”

  “Whataterriblesong,Donal!”saidGinevra。

  Hemadenoreply,butwenton,leadingherdownintothepit:hehadbeenafraidshewasgoingtodrawback,andsangthefirstwordsherwordssuggested,knowingshewouldnotinterrupthim。Theaspectoftheplacegrewfrightfultoher。

  “Areyousuretherearenoholes——fullofwater,downthere?”shefaltered。

  “Ay,there’saneortwa,“repliedDonal,“butwe’llhaudooto’

  them。”

  Ginevrashuddered,butwasdeterminedtoshownofear:Donalshouldnotreproachherwithlackoffaith!,Theysteppedatlastonthelevelbelow,coveredwithgranitechipsandstonesandgreatblocks。

  Inthemiddleroseaconfusedheapofallsorts。Tothis,androundtotheothersideofit,Donalledher。Thereshonethemoononthecornerofapool,therestofwhichcreptawayinblacknessunderanoverhangingmass。Shecaughthisarmwithbothhands。Hetoldhertolookup。Steepgraniterockwasabovethemallround,ononesidedark,ontheothermottledwiththemoonandthethousandshadowsofitsownroughness;overthegulfhungvaultedtheblue,cloud-blottedsky,whencethemoonseemedtolookstraightdownuponher,askingwhattheywereabout,awayfromtheirkind,insuchaplaceofterror。

  SuddenlyDonalcaughtherhand。Shelookedinhisface。Itwasnotthemoonthatcouldmakeitsowhite。

  “Ginevra!”hesaid,withtremblingvoice。

  “Yes,Donal,“sheanswered。

  “Ye’renoangryatmeforca’inyebyyername?,Ineverdiditafore。”

  “IalwayscallyouDonal,“sheanswered。

  “That’snait’ral。Ye’reagran’leddy,an’I’mnaethingabuneaherd-laddie。”

  “You’reagreatpoet,Donal,andthat’smuchmorethanbeingaladyoragentleman。”

  “Ay,maybe,“answeredDonallistlessly,asifhewerethinkingofsomethingfaraway;“butitwinnamakupforthetither;they’renoupo’thesamesideo’thewatter,like。Apuirladlikemedaurnaliftaneetillagran’leddylikeyou,mem。A’thewarl’wadbutscornhim,an’lauchattheverranotion。Mytime’snearoweratthecollege,an’Iseenaethingfor’tbutganghamean’feehiremyself。I’llbebetterworkin’wi’myhan’snorwi’myheidwhanI

  haenaehouplefto’everseein’yerfaceagain。Iwinnalowseadayabootit。GienIlowsetimeImaylowsemyrizon。Haepatiencewi’meaemeenute,mem;I’mjistdriventotellyethetrowth。It’smonyalangsin’Ihaekentmysel’wantin’you。Ye’retheboady,an’I’mtheshaidow。Idinnameannaehyperbolics——that’sthew’ythethingluikstomei’myainthouchts。Eh,mem,butye’rebonnie!,Yedinnakenyersel’hoobonnieyeare,norwhatasubversionyoumaki’myhertan’myheid。Icudjistcutmyheidaff,an’lay’tanethyerfeettohaudthemaffo’thecauldflure。”

  Stillshelookedhimintheeyes,likeonebewildered,unabletowithdrawhereyesfromhis。Herfacetoohadgrownwhite。

  “Tellmetohaudmytongue,mem,an’I’llhaudit,“hesaid。

  Herlipsmoved,butnosoundcame。

  “Ikenweel,“hewenton,“yecanneverluikupo’measonythingmairnorakin’o’ahumanbird,’atyewadhinginacage,an’gieseedsan’bitso’sugartill,an’hearkentillwhanhesang。I’llnevertroubleyenaemair,an’whetheryegrantmemyprayerorno,ye’llneverseemeagain。Theonlydiffer’illbe’atI’llaitherhingmyheidorhauditupfortheresto’mydays。Iwadfainken’atIwasnadespised,an’’atmaybegienthingshadbeendifferent,——butna,Idinnameanthat;Imeannaething’atwadfrichtyefraewhatIwadhae。Itsudnameanahairmairnorliesinitsel’。”

  “Whatisit,Donal?”saidGinevra,halfinaudibly,andwitheffort:

  shecouldscarcelyspeakforaflutteringinherthroat。

  “Icudbeseechyeupo’myk-nees,“hewenton,asifshehadnotspoken,“tolatmekissyerbonniefut;butthatyemichtgrantforbarepeety,an’thatwaddeemelittleguid;saeforancean’fora’,tillmaybeefterwe’rea’ayontthemucklesea,Ibeseechatthefauvouro’yersweetsowl,tolayupo’me,asupo’thelipso’thesowl’atsangyethesangsyelikitsaeweeltohearwhanyewasbutaleddy-lassie——aesolitarykiss。Itshallbeholytomeasthelicht;an’IsweirbytheTrowthI’llthinko’’tbutasyethink,an’mannorwumannorbairn,noevenGibbiehimsel’,sallken——“

  ThelastwordbrokethespelluponGinevra。

  “But,Donal,“shesaid,asquietlyaswhenyearsagotheytalkedbytheLorrieside,“woulditberight?——asecretwithyouIcouldnottelltoanyone?——notevenifafterwards——“

  Donal’sfacegrewsoghastlywithutterdespairthatabsoluteterrorseizedher;sheturnedfromhimandfled,calling“Gibbie!,Gibbie!”

  Hewasnotmanyyardsoff,approachingthemoundasshecamefrombehindit。Herantomeether。Shedartedtohimlikeadovepursuedbyahawk,threwherselfintohisarms,laidherheadonhisshoulder,andwept。Gibbieheldherfast,andwithallthewaysinhispoorpowersoughttocomforther。Sheraisedherfaceatlength。Itwasallwetwithtearswhichglistenedinthemoonlight。

  HurriedlyGibbieaskedonhisfingers:

  “WasDonalnotgoodtoyou?”

  “He’sbeautiful,“shesobbed;“butIcouldn’t,youknow,Gibbie,I

  couldn’t。Idon’tcareastrawaboutpositionandallthat——whowouldwithapoet?——butIcouldn’t,youknow,Gibbie。Icouldn’tlethimthinkImighthavemarriedhim——inanycase:couldInow,Gibbie?”

  Shelaidherheadagainonhisshoulderandsobbed。Gibbiedidnotwellunderstandher。Donal,wherehehadthrownhimselfonaheapofgranitechips,heardandunderstood,feltandknewandresolvedallinone。Themoonshone,andthecloudswentflittinglikeice-floeaboutthesky,nowgrayindistance,nownearthemoonandwhite,nowinherverypresenceandadornedwithherfavourontheirbosoms,nowdriftingagainintothegray;andstillthetwo,GinevraandGibbie,stoodmotionless——Gibbiewiththetearsinhiseyes,andGinevraweepingasifherheartwouldbreak;andbehindthegraniteblockslayDonal。

  AgainGinevraraisedherhead。

  “Gibbie,youmustgoandlookafterpoorDonal,“shesaid。

  Gibbiewent,butDonalwasnowheretobeseen。Toescapethetwohelovedsowell,andbealoneashefelt,hehadcreptawaysoftlyintooneofthemanyrecessesoftheplace。AgainandagainGibbiemadethenoisewithwhichhewasaccustomedtocallhim,buthegavebacknoanswer,andtheyunderstoodthatwhereverhewashewantedtobelefttohimself。Theyclimbedagainthewindingwayoutofthegulf,andlefthimtheheartofitsdesolation。

  “Takemehome,Gibbie,“saidGinevra,whentheyreachedthehighroad。

  Astheywent,notawordmorepassedbetweenthem。GinevrawasasdumbasGibbie,andGibbiewassadderthanhehadeverbeeninhislife——notonlyforDonal’ssake,butbecause,inhisinexperiencedheart,hefearedthatGinevrawouldnotlistentoDonalbecauseshecouldnot——becauseshehadalreadypromisedherselftoFergusDuff;

  andwithallhislovetohiskind,hecouldnotthinkitwellthatFergusshouldbemadehappyatsuchaprice。Heleftheratherowndoor,andwenthome,hopingtofindDonaltherebeforehim。

  Hewasnotthere。Hourafterhourpassed,andhedidnotappear。

  Ateleveno’clock,Gibbiesetouttolookforhim,butwithlittlehopeoffindinghim。Hewentallthewaybacktothequarry,thinkingitpossiblehemightbewaitingthere,expectinghimtoreturnwithoutGinevra。Themoonwasnowlow,andherlightreachedbutalittlewayintoit,sothatthelookoftheplacewasquitealtered,andthebottomofitalmostdark。ButGibbiehadnofear。

  Hewentdowntothespot,almostfeelinghisway,wheretheyhadstood,gotupontheheap,andcalledandwhistledmanytimes。Butnoanswercame。Donalwasaway,hedidnothimselfknowwhere,wanderingwhereverthefeetinhisspiritledhim。Gibbiewenthomeagain,andsatupallnight,keepingthekettleboiling,readytomaketeaforhimthemomentheshouldcomein。ButeveninthemorningDonaldidnotappear。Gibbiewasanxious——forDonalwasunhappy。

  Hemighthearofhimatthecollege,hethought,andwentattheusualhour。Sureenough,asheenteredthequadrangle,therewasDonalgoinginatthedoorleadingtothemoralphilosophyclass-room。Forhours,neglectinghisownclass,hewatchedaboutthecourt,butDonalnevershowedhimself。Gibbieconcludedhehadwatchedtoavoidhim,andhadgonehomebyCrown-street,andhimselfreturnedtheusualandshorterway,surealmostofnowfindinghiminhisroom——althoughprobablywiththedoorlocked。Theroomwasempty,andMistressMurkisonhadnotseenhim。

  Donal’sfinalexamination,uponwhichalonehisdegreenowdepended,cameonthenextday:Gibbiewatchedatacertaincorner,andunseensawhimpass——withafacepalebutstrong,eyesthatseemednottohaveslept,andlipsthatlookedtheinexorablewardersofmanysighs。Afterthathedidnotseehimoncetillthelastdayofthesessionarrived。Theninthepublicroomhesawhimgouptoreceivehisdegree。Neverbeforehadheseenhimlookgrand;andGibbieknewthattherewasnotanyevilintheworld,exceptwrong。

  Butithadbeenthedreariestweekhehadeverpassed。Astheycamefromthepublicroom,helayinwaitforhimoncemore,butagaininvain:hemusthavegonethroughthesacristan’sgardenbehind。

  Whenhereachedhislodging,hefoundanotefromDonalwaitinghim,inwhichhebadehimgood-bye,saidhewasgonetohismother,andaskedhimtopackuphisthingsforhim:hewouldwritetoMistressMurkisonandtellherwhattodowiththechest。

  CHAPTERLIII。

  ANIGHT-WATCH。

  Asenseofloneliness,suchasinallhisforsakentimeshehadneverfelt,overshadowedGibbiewhenhereadthisletter。HewasaltogetherperplexedbyDonal’spersistentavoidanceofhim。Hehaddonenothingtohurthim,andknewhimselfhisfriendinhissorrowaswellasinhisjoy。Hesatdownintheroomthathadbeenhis,andwrotetohim。Asoftenasheraisedhiseyes——forhehadnotshutthedoor——hesawthedustysunshineontheoldfurniture。Itwasabrightday,oneofthepoursuivantsoftheyetdistantsummer,buthowdrearyeverythinglooked!howmiserableandheartlessnowDonalwasgone,andwouldneverregardthosethingsanymore!,Whenhehadendedhisletter,almostforthefirsttimeinhislife,hesatthinkingwhatheshoulddonext。Itwasasifheweresuddenlybecalmedonthehighseas;onewindhadceasedtoblow,andanotherhadnotbegun。IttroubledhimalittlethathemustnowreturntoMr。Sclater,andoncemorefeelthepressureofanaturenothomogeneouswithhisown。Butitwouldnotbeforlong。

  Mr。Sclaterhadthoughtofmakingamovementtowardsgaininganextensionofhistutelagebeyondtheordinarylegalperiod,onthegroundofunfitnessinhiswardforthemanagementofhisproperty;

  butGibbie’scharacterandscholarship,andtheopinionoftheworldwhichwouldfollowfailure,haddeterredhimfromtheattempt。InthemonthofMay,therefore,when,accordingtotheregistryofhisbirthintheparishbook,hewouldbeofage,hewouldalsobe,asheexpected,hisownmaster,sofarasothermortalswereconcerned。

  Astowhathewouldthendo,hehadthoughtmuch,andhadplans,butnooneknewanythingofthemexceptDonal——whohadforsakenhim。

  HewasinnohastetoreturntoDaur-street。HepackedDonal’sthings,withallthebookstheyhadboughttogether,andcommittedthechesttoMistressMurkison。Hethentoldherhewouldrathernotgiveuphisroomjustyet,butwouldliketokeepitonforawhile,andcomeandgoashepleased;towhichtheoldwomanreplied,“Asyewull,SirGibbie。Comean’gangasfreeasthewin’。Mako’

  myhooseasgienitwaryerain。”

  Hetoldherhewouldsleeptherethatnight,andshegothimhisdinnerasusual;afterwhich,puttingaGreekbookinhispocket,hewentout,thinkingtogototheendofthepierandsitthereawhile。HewouldgladlyhavegonetoGinevra,butshehadpreventedhimwhenshewasatschool,andhadneveraskedhimsincesheleftit。ButGibbiewasnotennuy?thepleasureofhislifecamefromtheveryrootsofhisbeing,andwouldthereforerunintoanychannelofhisconsciousness;neitherwashegreatlytroubled;

  nothingcould“putrancoursinthevesselof“his“peace;“hewasonlyveryhungryaftertherealpresenceofthehuman;andscarcelyhadhesethisfootonthepavement,whenheresolvedtogoandseeMistressCroale。Thesun,stillbright,wassinkingtowardsthewest,andacoldwindwasblowing。Hewalkedtothemarket,uptothegalleryofit,andontothefartherend,greetingoneandanotherofthekeepersofthelittleshops,untilhereachedthatofMistressCroale。Shewasoverjoyedatsightofhim,andproudtheneighbourssawthetermstheywereon。Sheunderstoodhissignsandfinger-speechtolerably,andheldherpartoftheconversationinaudibleutterance。ShetoldhimthatfortheweekpastDonalhadoccupiedhergarret——shedidnotknowwhy,shesaid,andhopednothinghadgonewrongbetweenthem。Gibbiesignedthathecouldnottellheraboutitthere,butwouldgoandtaketeawithherintheevening。

  “I’msorryIcannabehamesaeear’,“shereplied。“Ipromisedtotakmydisho’taywi’auldMistressGreen——thekail-wife,yeken,SirGibbie。”——Gibbienoddedandsheresumed:——“Butgienyewadtakalugo’aFin’onhaddiewi’meatnineo’clock,Iwadbeprood。”

  Gibbienoddedagain,andlefther。

  Allthistimehehadnothappenedtodiscoverthattheladywhostoodatthenextcounter,notmorethanacoupleofyardsfromhim,wasMissKimble——whichwasthelesssurprisinginthattheladytooksometroubletohidethefact。Sheextendedherpurchasingwhenshesawwhowasshakinghandswiththenextstall-keeper,butkeptherfaceturnedfromhim,heardallMrs。Croalesaidtohim,andwentawayaskingherselfwhatpossiblerelationsexceptobjectionableonescouldexistbetweensuchapair。SheknewlittleornothingofGibbie’searlyhistory,forshehadnotbeenadwellerinthecitywhenGibbiewasknownaswellasthetown-crosstoalmosteveryman,woman,andchildinit,elseperhapsshemight,butIdoubtit,havemodifiedherconclusion。Herinstinctwasintheright,shesaid,withself-gratulation;hewasaladoflowcharacterandtastes,justwhatshehadtakenhimforthefirstmomentshesawhim:hisfriendscouldnotknowwhathewas;shewasboundtoacquaintthemwithhisconduct;andfirstofall,indutytoheroldpupil,shemustletMr。GalbraithknowwhatsortoffriendshipsthisSirGilbert,hisnephew,cultivated。Shewentthereforestraighttothecottage。

  Ferguswastherewhensherangthebell。Mr。Galbraithlookedout,andseeingwhoitwas,retreated——themorehurriedlythatheowedhermoney,andimaginedshehadcometodunhim。Butwhenshefoundtoherdisappointmentthatshecouldnotseehim,MissKimbledidnotthereforeattempttorestrainalittlelongerthepent-upwatersofhersecret。Mr。Duffwasaminister,andtheintimatefriendofthefamily:shewouldsaywhatshehadseenandheard。Havingthenfirstabjuredallloveofgossip,shetoldhertale,appealingtotheministerwhethershehadnotbeenrightindesiringtoletSirGilbert’suncleknowhowhewasgoingon。

  “IwasnotawarethatSirGilbertwasacousinofyours,MissGalbraith,“saidFergus。

  Ginevra’sfacewasrosyred,butitwasnowdusk,andthefire-lighthadfriendlyretainer-shadowsaboutit。

  “Heisnotmycousin,“sheanswered。

  “Why,Ginevra!youtoldmehewasyourcousin,“saidMissKimble,withkeenmoralreproach。

  “Ibegyourpardon;Ineverdid,“saidGinevra。

  “Imustseeyourfatherinstantly,“criedMissKimble,risinginanger。“Hemustbeinformedatoncehowmuchheismistakenintheyounggentlemanhepermitstobeonsuchfriendlytermswithhisdaughter。”

  “Myfatherdoesnotknowhim,“rejoinedGinevra;“andIshouldprefertheywerenotbroughttogetherjustatpresent。”

  Herwordssoundedstrangeeveninherownears,butsheknewnowaybutthestraightone。

  “Youquiteshockme,Ginevra!”saidtheschool-mistress,resumingherseat:“youcannotmeantosayyoucherishacquaintancewithayoungmanofwhomyourfatherknowsnothing,andwhomyoudarenotintroducetohim?”

  Toexplainwouldhavebeentoexposeherfathertoblame。

  “IhaveknownSirGilbertfrommychildhood,“shesaid。

  “Isitpossibleyourduplicityreachessofar?”criedMissKimble,assuredinherownmindthatGinevrahadsaidhewashercousin。

  Fergusthoughtitwastimetointerfere。

  “IknowsomethingofthecircumstancesthatledtotheacquaintanceofMissGalbraithwithSirGilbert,“hesaid,“andIamsureitwouldonlyannoyherfathertohaveanyallusionmadetoitbyone——excuseme,MissKimble——whoiscomparativelyastranger。Ibegyouwillleavethemattertome。”

  FergusregardedGibbieasahalfwittedfellow,andhadnofearofhim。HeknewnothingofthecommencementofhisacquaintancewithGinevra,butimaginedithadcomeaboutthroughDonal;for,studiouslyasMr。GalbraithhadavoidedmentionofhisquarrelwithGinevrabecauseofthelads,somethingofithadcreptout,andreachedtheMains;andinnowventuringallusiontothatoldstory,Ferguswasfeelingafteranervewhosevibration,hethought,mightaffordhimsomeinfluenceoverGinevra。

  Hespokeauthoritatively,andMissKimble,thoughconvinceditwasamerepretenceofhergracelesspupilthatherfatherwouldnotseeher,hadtoyield,androse。Mr。Duffrosealso,sayinghewouldwalkwithher。Hereturnedtothecottage,dinedwiththem,andleftabouteighto’clock。

  AlreadywellenoughacquaintedinthecitytolearnwithoutdifficultywhereMistressCroalelived,andhavingnothingveryparticulartodo,hestrolledinthedirectionofherlodging,andsawGibbiegointothehouse。Havingseenhimin,hewasnextseizedwiththedesiretoseehimoutagain;havinglaininwaitforhimasabeneficentbrownie,hemustnowwatchhimasaprofligatebaronetforsooth!,Tohauntthelowstreetuntilheshouldissuewasadrearyprospect——intheeastwindofaMarchnight,whichsomegiantupaboveseemedsowingwithgreathandfulsofrain-seed;buthavingmadeuphismind,hestoodhisground。Fortwohourshewalked,vaguelycherishinganideathathewasfulfillingadutyofhiscalling,asamoralpoliceman。

  WhenatlengthGibbieappeared,hehadsomedifficultyinkeepinghiminsight,fortheskywasdark,themoonwasnotyetup,andGibbiewalkedlikeaswiftshadowbeforehim。Suddenly,asifsomeoldassociationhadwakedtheoldhabit,hestartedoffataquicktrot。Fergusdidhisbesttofollow。Asheran,Gibbiecaughtsightofawomanseatedonadoorstep,almostunderalamp,afewpacesupanarrowpassage,stopped,steppedwithinthepassage,andstoodinashadowwatchingher。Shehadturnedthepocketofherdressinsideout,andseemedunabletosatisfyherselfthattherewasnothingtherebutthehole,whichsheexaminedagainandagain,asifforthelastnewsofherlastcoin。Toothoroughlysatisfiedatlength,sheputbackthepocket,andlaidherheadonherhands。

  Gibbiehadnotafarthing。Oh,howcolditwas!andtheresathisownfleshandbloodshiveringinit!,Hewentuptoher。ThesamemomentFerguspassedtheendofthecourt。Gibbietookherbythehand。Shestartedinterror,buthissmilereassuredher。Hedrewher,andsherose。Helaidherhandonhisarm,andshewentwithhim。Hehadnotyetbeguntothinkaboutprudence,andperhaps,ifsomeofusthoughtmoreaboutright,weshouldhavelessoccasiontocultivatetheinferiorvirtue。PerhapsalsoweshouldhavemorebeliefthatthereisOnetocarethatthingsdonotgowrong。

  Fergushadgivenupthechase,andhavingmetapoliceman,wastalkingtohim,whenGibbiecameupwiththewomanonhisarm,andpassedthem。Fergusagainfollowed,sureofhimnow。Hadnotfearofbeingrecognizedpreventedhimfrompassingthemandlooking,hewouldhaveseenonlyapooroldthing,somewhereaboutsixty;butifshehadbeenbeautifulasthemorning,ofcourseGibbiewouldhavetakenherallthesame。HewastheGibbiethatusedtoseethedrunkpeoplehome。Gibbieslikehimdonotchange;theygrow。

  Afterfollowingthemthroughseveralstreets,Fergussawthemstopatadoor。Gibbieopeneditwithakeywhichhisspyimaginedthewomangavehim。Theyentered,andshutitalmostinFergus’sface,ashehurriedupdeterminedtospeak。Gibbieledthepoorshiveringcreatureupthestair,acrossthechaosoffurniture,andintohisroom,intheothercornernexttoDonal’s。Tohisjoyhefoundthefirewasnotout。Hesetherintheeasiestchairhehad,putthekettleon,blewthefiretoablaze,madecoffee,cutbreadandbutter,gotoutapotofmarmalade,andateanddrankwithhisguest。Sheseemedquitebewilderedandaltogetherunsure。I

  believeshetookhimatlast,findingheneverspoke,forhalf-crazy,asnotafewhaddone,andasmanywouldyetdo。Shesmeltofdrink,butwassober,andreadyenoughtoeat。Whenshehadtakenasmuchasshewould,Gibbieturneddownthebed-clothes,madeasigntohershewastosleepthere,tookthekeyfromtheoutsideofthedoor,andputitinthelockontheinside,noddedagood-night,andlefther,closingthedoorsoftly,whichheheardherlockbehindhim,andgoingtoDonal’sroom,whereheslept。

  Inthemorningheknockedatherdoor,buttherewasnoanswer,andopeningit,hefoundshewasgone。

  WhenhetoldMistressMurkisonwhathehaddone,hewasconsiderablyastonishedatthewrathandindignationwhichinstantlydevelopedthemselvesinthegoodcreature’satmosphere。Thatherrespectablehouseshouldbemadeahiding-placefromthewindandacovertfromthetempest,wasinfuriating。Withoutamoment’sdelay,shebeganasweepingandscrubbing,andgeneralcleansingoftheroom,asifallthedevilshadspentthenightinit。AndthenforthefirsttimeGibbiereflected,that,whenheranaboutthestreets,hehadneverbeentakenhome——exceptonce,tobeputundertherodandstaffoftheoldwoman。IfJanethadbeenliketherestofthem,hewouldhavedieduponGlashgar,orbenowwanderingaboutthecountry,doingoddjobsforhalf-pence!,Hemustnotdolikeotherpeople——wouldnot,couldnot,darednotbelikethem!,Hehadhadsuchathoroughschoolinginhumanityasnobodyelsehadhad!,Hehadbeentoschoolinthestreets,indarkplacesofrevelryandcrime,andintheveryhouseoflight!

  WhenMistressMurkisontoldhimthatifeverhedidthelikeagain,shewouldgivehimnoticetoquit,helookedinherface:shestaredamomentinreturn,thenthrewherarmsroundhisneck,andkissedhim。

  “Ye’rethebonniestcraturo’amuckleidiot’atevermansaw!”shecried;“an’gienyedinnatakthebettercare,ye’llbesoopitafftohaivenaforeyekenwhauryeareorwhatye’reaboot。”

  Herfeelings,ifnothersentiments,experiencedarelapsewhenshediscoveredthatoneofherfewsilvertea-spoonswasgone——which,beyondadoubt,thewomanhadtaken:sheabusedher,andagainscoldedGibbie,withmuchvigour。ButGibbiesaidtohimself,“Thewomanisnotbad,forthereweretwomoresilverspoonsonthetable。”,Eveninthematterofstealingwemustthinkofourownbeambeforeourneighbour’smote。Itisnoteasytobehonest。

  Thereismanyathiefwhoislessofathiefthanmanyarespectablememberofsociety。Thethiefmustbepunished,andassuredlytheothershallnotcomeoutuntilhehaspaidtheuttermostfarthing。Gibbie,whowouldhavediedratherthancastashadowofinjustice,wasnotshockedatthewoman’sdepravitylikeMistressMurkison。Iamafraidhesmiled。Hetooknonoticeeitherofherscoldingsorherlamentations;butthefirstweekafterhecameofage,hecarriedherapresentofadozenspoons。

  FerguscouldnottellGinevrawhathehadseen;andifhetoldherfather,shewouldlearnthathehadbeenplayingthespy。TogotoMr。Sclaterwouldhavecompromisedhimsimilarly。Andwhatgreatoccasionwasthere?,Hewasnotthefellow’skeeper!

  ThatsamedayGibbiewentbacktohisguardians。AthisrequestMrs。SclateraskedGinevratospendthefollowingeveningwiththem:

  hewantedtotellheraboutDonal。Sheacceptedtheinvitation。

  ButinavillagenearthefootofGlashgar,Donalhadthatmorningdonewhatwasdestinedtopreventherfromkeepingherengagement:

  hehadpostedalettertoher。Inanintervalofcomparativequiet,hehadrecalledtheverseshesangtoherastheywalkedthatevening,andnowsentthem——completedinaverydifferenttone。Notawordaccompaniedthem。

  Mythoughtsarelikefire-fliespulsinginmoonlight;

  Myheartlikeasilvercupfullofredwine;

  Mysoulapalegleaminghorizon,whencesoonlightWillfloodthegoldearthwithatorrentdivine。

  Mythouchtsarelikewormsinastarlessgloamin’;

  Myhertlikeaspongethat’sfillitwi’gall;

  Mysowllikeabodilessghaistsentaroamin’,Tobidei’themirktillthegreattrumpetcall。

  Butpeacebeupo’ye,asdeepasye’relo’esome!

  Braknaanhooro’yerfair-dreamysleep,Tothinko’theladwi’aweichtinhisbosom,’Atancesentacrytillyeooto’thedeep。

  Somesharprockyheicht,tocatchafarmornin’

  Ayonta’thenichtso’thiswarld,he’llclim’;

  Fornaneshallsay,Luik!hesankdoonatherscornin’,Wharasebythehan’shehieldfrankoottohim。

  Theletterwashanded,withoneortwomore,toMr。Galbraith,atthebreakfasttable。Hedidnotreceivemanylettersnow,andcouldaffordtimetoonethatwasforhisdaughter。Helaiditwiththerestbyhisside,andafterbreakfasttookittohisroomandreadit。HecouldnomoreunderstanditthanFerguscouldtheEpistletotheRomans,andthereforethelittlehedidunderstandofitwastoomuch。Buthehadbeguntobeafraidofhisdaughter:herstilldignityhadbeguntotelluponhiminhishumiliation。Helaidtheletteraside,saidnothing,andwaited,inwardlyangryandcontemptuous。Afterawhilehebegantoflatterhimselfwiththehopethatperhapsitwasbutasortofimpertinentvalentine,thewriterofwhichwasunknowntoGinevra。Fromthemomentofitsarrival,however,hekeptastricterwatchuponher,andthatnightpreventedherfromgoingtoMrs。Sclater’s。Gibbie,awarethatFerguscontinuedhisvisits,doubtedlessandlessthatshehadgivenherselfto“TheBledder,“asDonalcalledthepopularpreacher。

  CHAPTERLIV。

  OFAGE。

  TherewerenorejoicingsuponGibbie’sattainmentofhistwenty-firstyear。Hisguardian,believinghealonehadacquaintedhimselfwiththedate,anddesiringinhiswisdomtoavoidgivinghimafeelingofimportance,madenoallusiontothefact,aswouldhavebeenmostnatural,whentheymetatbreakfastonthemorningoftheday。But,urgedtheretobyDonal,Gibbiehadlearnedthedateforhimself,andfindingnothingwassaid,fingeredtoMrs。Sclater,“Thisismybirthday。”

  “Iwishyoumanyhappyreturns,“sheanswered,withkindempressement。“Howoldareyouto-day?”

  “Twenty-one,“heanswered——byholdingupallhisfingerstwiceandthenaforefinger。

  Shelookedstruck,andglancedatherhusband,whothereupon,inhisturn,gaveutterancetotheusualformulaofgoodwill,andsaidnomore。Seeinghewasabouttoleavethetable,Gibbie,claiminghisattention,spelledonhisfingers,veryslowly,forMr。Sclaterwasslowatfollowingthismodeofcommunication:

  “Ifyouplease,sir,Iwanttobeputinpossessionofmypropertyassoonaspossible。”

  “Allingoodtime,SirGilbert,“answeredtheminister,withasuperiorsmile,forheclungwithhardreluctancetothelastvestigeofhispower。

  “Butwhatisgoodtime?”spelledGibbiewithasmile,which,nonethelessthatitwasofgenuinefriendliness,indicatedtheremightbedifferenceofopiniononthepoint。

  “Oh!weshallsee,“returnedtheministercoolly。“Thesearenotthingstobedoneinahurry,“headded,asifhehadbeenguardiantotwentywardsinchancerybefore,“We’llseeinafewdayswhatMr。Torrieproposes。”

  “ButIwantmymoneyatonce,“insistedGibbie。“Ihavebeenwaitingforit,andnowitistime,andwhyshouldIwaitstill?”

  “Tolearnpatience,iffornootherreason,SirGilbert,“answeredtheminister,withahardlaugh,meanttobejocular。“Butindeedsuchaffairscannotbemanagedinamoment。Youwillhaveplentyoftimetomakeagooduseofyourmoney,ifyoushouldhavetowaitanotheryearortwo。”

  Sosayinghepushedbackhisplateandcup,atrickhehad,androsefromthetable。

  “WhenwillyouseeMr。Torrie?”askedGibbie,risingtoo,andworkinghistelegraphwithgreaterrapiditythanbefore。

  “Byandby,“answeredMr。Sclater,andwalkedtowardsthedoor。ButGibbiegotbetweenhimandit。

  “WillyougowithmetoMr。Torrieto-day?”heasked。

  Theministershookhishead。Gibbiewithdrew,seemingalittledisappointed。Mr。Sclaterlefttheroom。

  “Youdon’tunderstandbusiness,Gilbert,“saidMrs。Sclater。

  Gibbiesmiled,gothiswriting-case,andsittingdownatthetable,wroteasfollows:——

  “DearMr。Sclater,——Asyouhaveneverfailedinyourpart,howcanyouwishmetofailinmine?,Iamnowtheoneaccountableforthismoney,whichsurelyhasbeenidlelongenough,andifIleaveitstillunused,Ishallbedoingwrong,andtherearethingsIhavetodowithitwhichoughttobesetaboutimmediately。Iamsorrytoseemimportunate,butifbytwelveo’clockyouhavenotgonewithmetoMr。Torrie,IwillgotoMessrs。Hope&Waver,whowilltellmewhatIoughttodonext,inordertobeputinpossession。Itmakesmeunhappytowritelikethis,butIamnotachildanylonger,andhavingaman’sworktodo,Icannotconsenttobetreatedasachild。IwilldoasIsay。Iam,dearMr。Sclater,youraffectionateward,GilbertGalbraith。”

  Hetookthelettertothestudy,andhavinggivenittoMr。Sclater,withdrew。Theministermighthaveknownbythistimewithwhatsortofayouthhehadtodeal!,Hecamedowninstantly,putthebestfaceonithecould,saidthatifSirGilbertwassoeagertotakeuptheburden,hewasreadyenoughtocastitoff,andtheywouldgoatoncetoMr。Torrie。

  Withthelawyer,Gibbieinsistedonunderstandingeverything,andthatallshouldbelegallyarrangedasspeedilyaspossible。Mr。

  Torriesawthat,ifhedidnotmakethingsplain,orgavetheleastcausefordoubt,theyouthwouldmostlikelyapplyelsewhereforadvice,andthereforetooktroubletosetthevariouspoints,bothastothepropertyandtheproceedingsnecessary,beforehimintheclearestmanner。

  “Thankyou,“saidGibbie,throughMr。Sclater。“PleaserememberIammoreaccountableforthismoneythanyou,andamcompelledtounderstand。”——Janet’srepeatedexhortationsonthenecessityofsendingfortheserpenttotakecareofthedove,hadnotbeenlostuponhim。

  Thelawyerbeingthenquitereadytomakehimanadvanceofmoney,theywentwithhimtothebank,wherehewrotehisname,andreceivedachequebook。Astheyleftthebank,heaskedtheministerwhetherhewouldallowhimtokeephisplaceinhishousetillthenextsession,andwasalmoststartledatfindinghowhismannertohimwaschanged。HeassuredSirGilbert,withadeferenceandrespectbothpainfulandamusing,thathehopedhewouldalwaysregardhishouseasonehome,howevermanybesideshemightnowchoosetohave。

  SonowatlastGibbiewasfreetosetaboutrealizingalong-cherishedscheme。

  TherepairsupontheAuldHooseo’Galbraithwerenownearlyfinished。Inconsequenceofthem,someofthetenantshadhadtoleave,andGibbienowgavethemallnoticetoquitattheirearliestconvenience,takingcare,however,toseethemprovidedwithfreshquarters,towardswhichhecouldhimselfdonotalittle,forseveralofthehousesintheneighbourhoodhadbeenboughtforhimatthesametimewiththeoldmansion。Assoonasitwasempty,hesetmorementowork,andasitsinternalarrangementshadneverbeenaltered,speedily,outofsqualidneglect,causednotalittleofoldstatelinesstoreappear。Henextproceededtofurnishathisleisurecertainoftherooms,chieflyfromtheaccumulationsofhisfriendMistressMurkison。Bythetimehehadfinished,hisusualdayforgoinghomehadarrived:whileJanetlived,thecottageonGlashgarwashome。Justashewasleaving,theministertoldhimthatGlashruachwashis。Mrs。Sclaterwaspresent,andreadinhiseyeswhatinducedherinstantlytomaketheremark:“Howcouldthatmandeprivehisdaughterofthepropertyhehadtotakehermother’snametoget!”

  “Hehadmisfortunes,“indicatedGibbie,“andcouldnothelpit,I

  suppose。”

  “Yesindeed!”shereturned,“——misfortunessogreatthattheyamountedtolittlelessthanswindling。Iwonderhowmanyhehasbroughttogriefbesideshimself!,IfhehadGlashruachoncemorehewouldbeginitalloveragain。”

  “ThenI’llgiveittoGinevra,“saidGibbie。

  “Andletherfathercoaxheroutofit,anddoanotherworldofmischiefwithit!”sherejoined。

  Gibbiewassilent。Mrs。Sclaterwasright!,Togiveisnotalwaystobless。Hemustthinkofsomeway。Withplentytooccupyhispowersofdevisinghesetout。

  HewouldgladlyhaveseenGinevrabeforeheleft,buthadnochance。

  HehadgonetotheNorthchurcheverySundayforalongtimenow,neitherforloveofFergus,nordisliketoMr。Sclater,butforthesakeofseeinghislostfriend:hadhenotlostherwhensheturnedfromDonaltoFergus?,DidshenotforsakehimtoowhensheforsookhisDonal?,Hisheartwouldriseintohisthroatatthethought,butonlyforamoment:heneverpitiedhimself。Nowandthenhehadfromherasweetsadsmile,butnosignthathemightgoandseeher。WhetherhewastoseeDonalwhenhereachedDaurside,hecouldnottell;hehadheardnothingofhimsincehewent;hismotherneverwroteletters。

  “Na,na;Icanna,“shewouldsay。“Itwadtaka’thepithooto’metovreetletters。A’’atIhaetosayIsen’theup-road;it’ssuretowinhameear’orlate。”

  Notwithstandinghisnewpower,itwashardly,therefore,withhisusualelation,thathetookhisseatonthecoach。Buthisreceptionwasthesameasever。Athismother’spersuasion,Donal,hefound,insteadofbetakinghimselfagaintobodilylaboursashehadpurposed,hadacceptedasituationastutorofferedhimbyoneoftheprofessors。Hehadtoldhismotherallhistrouble。

  “He’llbea’thebetterfor’ti’theen’,“shesaid,withasmileofthedeepestsympathy,“though,bein’myain,Icannahelpbein’

  waefor’im。ButtheLordwasi’theairthquak,an’thefire,an’

  thewin’thatravetherocks,thoughtheprophetcouldnasee’im。

  Donal’illcomeooto’thiswi’mairroomin’shertan’mairlichtin’sspeerit。”

  Gibbietookhisslatefromthecrapo’thewa’andwrote。“Ifmoneycoulddoanythingforhim,Ihaveplentynow。”

  “Ikenyerhert,mybairn,“repliedJanet;’butna;siller’sbutadeidhorseforonything’atsmackso’salvation。Na;thepuirfallowmaunwarstleooto’thethicketo’deidrosesasbesthecan——sairscrattit,naedoobt。Eh!it’safearfu’an’won’erfu’

  thingthatdrawin’o’herttohert,an’syneagreatsnap,an’astertback,an’there’smilesatweenthem!,TheLordalanekenstheboddomo’’t;butI’mthinkin’there’smairintill’t,an’aheapmairtocomeooto’’terea’bedune,thanwehaeonyguissat。”

  GibbietoldherthatGlashruachwashis。Thenfirsttheextentofhiswealthseemedtostrikehisoldmother。

  “Eh!ye’llbethelaird,wullye,than?,Eh,sirs!,Tothinko’thishoosean’a’bein’weeGibbie’s!,Weel,itdingsa’。Thew’yso’

  theLordaretobethouchtupon!,HemadeDawvidaking,an’Gibbiehe’smadethelaird!,Blestbehisname。”

  “Theytellmethemountainismine,“Gibbiewrote:“yourhusbandshallbelairdofGlashgarifhelikes。”

  “Na,na,“saidJanet,withalovinglook。“He’sowerauldforthat。

  Hemichtnadeesaeeasyfor’t——Eh!pleasetheLord,Iwadfaingangwi’him——An’whatbetterwadRobertbetobelaird?,Wepeynaerentas’tis,an’hehasasmonysheeptolo’eashecanweelkenanefraetheither,noo’athe’sgrowin’auld,Ikennaething’athelacks,butGibbietogangwi’’imabootthehill。A

  neebour’sladdiecomesan’gangs,tohelphim,but,eh,saysRobert,he’snoGibbie!——ButgienGlashruachbeyerain,mybonnieman,yemaungangdoontherethisverranicht,andgiealuiktotheburn;

  forthelasttimeIwasthere,Ithouchtitwascreepin’inaneththebanksomefearsomelikeforwhat’slefto’theauldhoose,an’

  thesunerit’sluikiteftermaybethebetter。Eh,SirGibbie,butyesudmerrythebonnieleddy,an’takherbacktillherainhoose。”

  Gibbiegaveagreatsightothinkofthegirlthatlovedthehillandtheheatherandtheburns,shutupinthecity,andeverySundaygoingtothegreatchurch——withwhichinGibbie’smindwasassociatednosoundofgladtidings。TohimGlashgarwasfullofGod;theNorthchurchorMr。Sclater’schurch——well,hehadtriedhard,buthadnotsucceededindiscoveringtemple-signsabouteither。

  Thenextdayhesenttothecityforanarchitect;andwithinaweekmasonsandquarrymenwereatwork,someonthehillblastingbluebouldersandredgranite,othersroughlyshapingthestones,andotherslayingthefoundationofahugefacingandbuttressingwall,whichwastoslopeupfromthebedoftheGlashburnfiftyfeettothefootofthecastle,theretoculminateinanarrowterracewithaparapet。Othersagainwereclearingawaywhatoftheruinsstucktotheoldhouse,inordertoleaveit,asmuchasmightbe,initsoriginalform。Therewasnospaceleftforrebuilding,neitherwasthereanybetweenthetwoburnsforaddingafresh。Thechannelofthesecondremaineddry,thelandslipcontinuingtochokeit,andthestreamtofallintotheGlashburn。ButGibbiewouldnotconsentthattheburnGinevrahadlovedshouldsingnomoreasshehadhearditsing。Herchamberwasgone,andcouldnotberestored,butanotherchambershouldbebuiltforher,beneathwhosewindowitshouldagainrun:whenshewasmarriedtoFergus,andherfathercouldnottouchit,theplaceshouldbehers。Moremasonsweregathered,andfoundationsblastedinthesteeprockthatformedtheotherbankoftheburn。ThemainpointinthebuildingwastobearoomforGinevra。Heplannedithimself——withawindowedturretprojectingfromthewall,makingarecessintheroom,andoverhangingthestream。Theturrethecarriedastoryhigherthanthewall,andinthewallplacedastairleadingtoitstop,whence,overtheroofoftheancientpartofthehouse,mightbeseenthegreatGlashgar,anditsstreamscomingdownfromheaven,andsingingastheycame。Thenfromthemiddleofthefirststairintheoldhouse,thewall,ayardandahalfthick,havingbeencutthrough,asolidstonebridge,withapointedarch,wastoleadacrosstheburntoalikelandinginthenewhouse——aclosepassage,withanorielwindowoneachside,lookingupanddownthestream,andasteeproof。Andwhiletheseworksweregoingonbelow,twomasons,highonthemountain,wereaddingtothecottageawarmbedroomforJanetandRobert。

  Thearchitectwasanhonestman,andkeptGibbie’ssecret,sothat,althoughhewasconstantlyabouttheplace,nothingdisturbedthegeneralbeliefthatGlashruachhadbeenbought,andwasbeingmadehabitable,byacertainmagnateofthecountyadjoining。

  CHAPTERLV。

  TENAULDHOOSEO’GALBRAITH。

  OnecoldafternoonintheendofOctober,whenMistressCroalewasshuttinguphershopinthemarket,andatumblerofsomethinghotwashauntingherimagination,Gibbiecamewalkingupthelonggallerywiththelighthill-stepwhichheneverlost,andstartledherwithahandonhershoulder,makingsignsthatshemustcomewithhim。Shemadehastetolockherdoor,andtheywalkedsidebysidetotheWiddiehill。AstheycrossedtheendofitshecastalookdownJinkLane,andthoughtofheralteredconditionwithasigh。Thenthememoryoftheawfultimeamongstthesailors,inwhichpoorSambo’sfrightfuldeathwaseverprominent,camebacklikeafogfromhell。Butsofargonewerethosetimesnow,that,seeingtheireventsmoreastheyreallywere,shelookeduponthemwithincreduloushorror,asthingsinwhichshecouldhardlyhavehadanypartorlot。Thenreturnedherwanderingsandhomelessmiseries,whenoftenahaystackoraheapofstrawinashedwasheronlyjoy——whiskyalwaysexcepted。Lastofallcamethedreadperils,thehairbreadthescapesofhertooadventurousvoyageonthebrander;——andafterallthesethings,hereshewas,walkinginpeacebythesideofweeSirGibbie,afriendasstrongnowashehadalwaysbeentrue!,Sheaskedherself,orsomepowerwithinaskedher,whencecamethetroublesthathadhauntedherlife。Whyhadshebeenmarkedoutforsuchmisfortunes?,Herconscienceanswered——fromherpersistenceinlivingbythesaleofdrinkaftershehadbeguntofeelitwaswrong。Thenceitwasthatshehadlearnedtodrink,andthatshewasevennowliable,ifnottobefounddrunkinthestreets,yettogotobeddrunkasanyofherformercustomers。Thecoldcreptintoherbones;theairseemedfullofbluepointsandclearedgesofcold,thatstungandcuther。

  Shewasawretched,alowcreature!,Whatwouldherlateauntthinktoseehernow?,Whatifthiscoldinherboneswerethecoldofcomingdeath?,Tolieforagesinhercoffin,withhermouthfullofearth,longingforwhisky!,AversefromtheendoftheNewTestamentwith“nordrunkards“init,cametohermind。Shehadalwayshadfaith,shesaidtoherself;butletthempreachwhattheylikedaboutsalvationbyfaith,sheknewtherewasnothingbuthellforherifsheweretodiethatnight。TherewasMistressMurkisonlookingoutofhershop-door!,Shewasrespectedasmuchasever!

  WouldMistressMurkisonbesavedifshediedthatnight?,Atleastnobodywouldwantherdamned;whereasnotafew,andMr。Sclaterinparticular,wouldthinkitnofairplayifMistressCroalewerenotdamned!

  TheyturnedintothecloseoftheAuldHooseo’Galbraith。

  “WeeGibbie’splottin’toleadmetorepentance!”shesaidtoherself。“He’sgaein’toshawmewhaurhisfatherdee’d,an’whaurtheyleevitinsicmeesery——a’throu’thedrinkIgae’im,an’therespectablehooseIkeepitto’ticehimtill’t!,Hewadhaemepersuaudittolea’affthedrink!,Weel,I’maheapbetternoranceIwas,an’gie’tupIwulla’thegither——aforeitcomestothelastwi’me。”

  BythistimeGibbiewasleadingherupthedarkstair。Atthetop,onawidehall-likelanding,heopenedadoor。Shedrewbackwithshyamaze。Herfirstthoughtwas——“Thatproodmadam,theminister’swife,’illbethere!”Wasaffrontlyinginwaitforheragain?,Shelookedroundangrilyatherconductor。Buthissmilere-assuredher,andshesteppedin。

  Itwasalmostagrandroom,richandsombreincolour,old-fashionedinitssomewhatstatelyfurniture。Agloriousfirewasblazingandcandleswereburning。Thetablewascoveredwithawhitecloth,andlaidfortwo。Gibbieshutthedoor,placedachairforMistressCroalebythefire,seatedhimself,tookouthistablets,wrote“Willyoubemyhousekeeper?,Iwillgiveyou?00ayear,“andhandedthemtoher。

  “Lord,SirGibbie!”shecried,jumpingtoherfeet,“haeyetintyerwuts?,Hoowadanauldwifelikemeluikinsicaplace——an’insicdudsasthis?,ItwadgarSawtanlauch,an’thathecanbutseldom。”

  Gibbierose,andtakingherbythehand,ledhertothedoorofanadjoiningroom。Itwasabedroom,asgrandastheroomtheyhadleft,andifMistressCroalewassurprisedbefore,shewasastonishednow。Afirewasburningheretoo,candleswerealightonthedressing-table,ahotbathstoodready,onthebedlayadressofrichblacksatin,withlinenandeverythingdown,orup,tocollars,cuffs,mittens,cap,andshoes。AllthesethingsGibbiehadboughthimself,usingtheknowledgehehadgatheredinshoppingwithMrs。Sclater,andtheadviceofherdressmaker,whomhehadtakenintohisconfidence,andwhohadenteredheartilyintohisplan。HemadesignstoMistressCroalethateverythingtherewasatherservice,andlefther。

  Likeoneinadreamsheyieldedtotherushofevents,nottoomuchbewilderedtodresswithcare,andneithertoooldnortoowickednortoouglytofindpleasureinit。Shemighthavebeenabornladyjustrestoredtothehabitsofheryouth,tojudgebyherdelightovertheivorybrushesandtortoise-shellcomb,andgreatmirror。Inanhourorsoshemadeherappearance——Icanhardlysayreappeared,shewassoaltered。Sheenteredtheroomneitherblushingnorsmiling,butwipingthetearsfromhereyeslikeatooblessedchild。WhatMrs。Sclaterwouldhavefelt,Idarehardlythink;fortherewas“thehorridwoman“arrayedasnearlyafterherfashionasGibbiehadbeenabletogetherup!,Averygood“get-up“

  neverthelessitwas,andsatisfactorytobothconcerned。MistressCroalewentoutadecent-lookingpoorbody,andenteredanotuncomelymatronofthehousekeeperclass,ratheragreeabletolookupon,whohadjuststoodanerve-shakingbutnotunpleasantsurprise,andwasrecovering。Gibbiewassosatisfiedwithherappearancethat,comeofageashewas,andvagrantnomore,hefirstdancedroundherseveraltimeswithacandleinhishand,muchtothedangerbutnowisetothedetrimentofherfinery,thensetitdown,andexecutedhisoldlavoltaofdelight,which,asalways,hefinishedbystandingononeleg。

  Thentheysatdowntoanicenondescriptmeal,alsoofGibbie’sownproviding。

  Whentheirmealwasended,hewenttoabureau,andbroughtthenceapaper,plainlywrittentothiseffect:

  “IagreetodowhateverSirGilbertGalbraithmayrequireofme,solongasitshallnotbeagainstmyconscience;andconsentthat,ifItastewhiskyonce,heshallsendmeawayimmediately,withoutfurtherreasongiven。”

  HehandedittoMistressCroale;sheread,andinstantlylookedaboutforpenandink:shedreadedseemingforamomenttohesitate。

  Hebroughtthemtoher,shesigned,andtheyshookhands。

  Hethenconductedheralloverthehouse——firsttotheroomspreparedforhisstudyandbedroom,andnexttotheroominthegarret,whichhehadleftjustasitwaswhenhisfatherdiedinit。

  Therehegaveheralookbywhichhemeanttosay,“Seewhatwhiskybringspeopleto!”butwhichherconscienceinterpreted,“Seewhatyoubroughtmyfatherto!”Next,onthefloorbetween,heshowedheranumberofbedrooms,allnewlyrepairedandfresh-painted,——withdoublewindows,theinsideonesfilledwithfrostedglass。Theserooms,hegavehertounderstand,hewishedhertofurnish,gettingasmanythingsasshecouldfromMistressMurkison。Goingbackthentothesitting-room,heproceededtoexplainhisplans,tellingherhehadfurnishedthehousethathemightnotanylongerbehimselfsuchastrangerastohavenoplacetotakeastrangerto。ThenhegotaBibletherewasintheroom,andshowedherthosewordsinthebookofExodus——“Also,thoushaltnotoppressastranger;foryeknowtheheartofastranger,seeingyewerestrangersinthelandofEgypt;“andwhileshethoughtagainofherwanderingsthroughthecountry,andhernightsintheopenair,madeherunderstandthatwhomsoeverheshouldatanytimebringhomeshewastotreatashisguest。Shemightgetaservanttowaituponherself,hesaid,butshemustherselfhelphimtowaituponhisguests,inthenameoftheSonofMan。

  Sheexpressedheartyacquiescence,butwouldnothearofaservant:

  themoreworkthebetterforher!shesaid。Shewouldto-morrowarrangeforgivinguphershopanddisposingofherstockandthefurnitureinhergarret。ButGibbierequestedthekeysofboththoseplaces。Next,heinsistedthatsheshouldneverutterawordastotheuseheintendedmakingofhishouse;ifthethingcameout,itwouldruinhisplans,andhemustgivethemupaltogether——andthereuponhetookhertothegroundfloorandshowedheradoorincommunicationwithapoorlittlehousebehind,bywhichheintendedtointroduceanddismisshisguests,thattheyshouldnotknowwheretheyhadspentthenight。ThenhemadeherreadtohimthehundredandseventhPsalm;afterwhichhelefther,sayinghewouldcometothehouseassoonasthesessionbegan,whichwouldbeinaweek;untilthenheshouldbeatMr。Sclater’s。

  Leftaloneinthegreathouse——likeonewithwhomthemostbeneficentoffairieshadbeenbusy,thefirstthingMistressCroaledidwastogoandhaveagoodlookatherself——fromheadtofoot——inthesamemirrorthathadenlightenedDonalastohisoutermostman。

  Verydifferentwasthere-reflectionitcausedinMistressCroale:

  shewassatisfiedwitheverythingshesawthere,excepthercomplexion,andthatsheresolvedshouldimprove。Shewasalmostpainfullyhappy。OuttherewastheWiddiehill,darkanddismalandcold,throughwhichshehadcome,sadandshiveringandhauntedwithmiserablethoughts,intowarmthandsplendourandluxuryandbliss!

  WeeSirGibbiehadmadealadyofher!,IfonlypoorSirGeorgewerealivetoseeandshare!——TherewasbutonethingwantedtomakeitParadiseindeed——agoodtumbleroftoddybythefirebeforeshewenttobed!

  Thenfirstshethoughtofthevowshehadmadeasshesignedthepaper,andshuddered——notatthethoughtofbreakingit,butatthethoughtofhavingtokeepit,andnohelp——Nohelp!itwastheeasiestthingintheworldtogetabottleofwhisky。ShehadbuttoruntoJinkLaneatthefarthest,toherownoldhouse,which,forallMr。Sclater,wasawhiskyshopyet!,Shehademptiedhertill,andhadmoneyinherpocket。Whowastheretotell?,ShewouldnothaveachancewhenSirGibbiecamehometoher。Shemustmakeuseofwhattimewaslefther。Shewassafenowfromgoingtoofar,becauseshemustgiveitup;andwhynotthenhaveonefarewellnightofpleasure,tobidalastgood-byetoheroldfriendWhisky?

  whatshouldshehavedonewithouthim,lyinginthecoldwindbyadykeside,orgoingdowntheDaurlikeashotonherbrander?——Thusthetemptingpassion;thus,foraughtIknow,atemptingdevilattheearofhermindaswell——ButwiththatcamethefaceofGibbie;

  shethoughthowtroubledthatfacewouldlookifshefailedhim。

  Whatalost,irredeemablewretchwassheabouttomakeofherselfafterallhehaddoneforher!,No;ifwhiskywasheaven,andthewantofitwashell,shewouldnotdoit!,Sherantothedoor,lockedit,broughtawaythekey,andlaiditundertheBiblefromwhichshehadbeenreadingtoSirGibbie。Perhapsshemighthavedonebetterthanbetakeherselfagaintoherfinery,butitdidhelpherthroughtherestoftheevening,andshewenttohergrandbednotonlysober,butundefiledoftheenemy。WhenGibbiecametoheraweekafter,hecametoatruewoman,onewhohadkeptfaithwithhim。

  CHAPTERLVI。

  THELAIRDANDTHEPREACHER。

  Sincehecametotown,GibbiehadseenGinevrabutonce——thatwasintheNorthchurch。Shelookedsosadandwhitethathisheartwasveryheavyforher。Coulditbethatsherepented?——Shemusthavedoneittopleaseherfather!,IfshewouldmarryDonal,hewouldengagetogiveherGlashruach。SheshouldhaveGlashruachallthesamewhatevershedid,onlyitmightinfluenceherfather。Hepacedupanddownbeforethecottageonceforawholenight,butnogoodcameofthat。Hepacedbeforeitfromdusktobedtimeagainandagain,inthepoorhopeofachanceofspeakingtoGinevra,butheneversawevenhershadowonthewhiteblind。Hewentuptothedooronce,butinthedreadofdispleasingherlosthiscourage,andpacedthestreetthewholemorninginstead,butsawnoonecomeout。

  Fergushadgraduallybecomeessentialtothesmallremaininghappinessofwhichthelairdwascapable。Hehadgainedhisfavourchieflythroughtherespectandkindlyattentionheshowedhim。Theyoungpreacherknewlittleofthelaird’scareer,andlookeduponhimasanunfortunateman,towardswhomloyaltynowrequiredevenagreatershowofrespectthanwhileheownedhisfather’sfarm。Theimpulsetransmittedtohimfromthedevotionofancestorstothepatriarchalheadoftheclan,hadfoundblindventinthedirectionofthemerefeudalsuperior,andboththeimpulseanditsobjectremained。Hefelthonoured,evennowthathehadreachedthegoalofhisloftydesiresandwasapopularpreacher,inbeingpermittedtoplaybackgammonwiththegreatman,ortocarveachicken,whenthenowtremblinghands,enfeebledfarmorethroughanxietyanddisappointmentthanfromage,foundthemselvesunequaltothetask:

  thelairdhadbeguntotelllongstories,anddranktwiceasmuchashedidayearago;hewassinkinginmorewaysthanone。

  FergusatlengthsummonedcouragetoaskhimifhemightpayhisaddressestoMissGalbraith。Theoldmanstarted,castonhimawitheringlook,murmured“TheheiressofGlashruach!”remembered,threwhimselfbackinhischair,andclosedhiseyes。Fergus,ontheothersideofthetable,saterect,adice-boxinhishand,waitingareply。Thefatherreflectedthatifhedeclinedwhathecouldnotcallanhonour,hemustlosewhatwasunquestionablyacomfort:howwashetopassalltheeveningsoftheweekwithoutthepreacher?,Ontheotherhand,ifheacceptedhim,hemightleavethemiserablecottage,andgotothemanse:fromamoralpointofview——thatwas,fromthepointofotherpeople’sjudgmentofhim——itwouldbeofconsequencetohaveaclergymanforason-in-law。

  Slowlyheraisedhimselfinhischair,openedhisunsteadyeyes,whichrolledandpitchedlikeboatsonachoppysea,andsaidsolemnly,“Youhavemypermission,Mr。Duff。”

  TheyoungpreacherhastenedtofindGinevra,butonlytomeetarefusal,gentleandsorrowful。Hepleadedforpermissiontorepeathisrequestafteraninterval,butshedistinctlyrefused。Shedidnot,however,succeedinmakingamanwithsuchalargeopinionofhimselfhopeless。Disappointedandannoyedhewas,buthesoughtandfanciedhefoundreasonsforherdecisionwhichwerenotunfavourabletohimself,andcontinuedtovisitherfatherasbefore,sayingtohimhehadnotquitesucceededindrawingfromherafavourableanswer,buthopedtoprevail。Henowiseactedthedespairinglover,butmadegrandersermonsthanever,and,ashecametofeelathomeinhispulpit,deliveredthemwithgrowingforce。Butdelaywroughtdesireinthelaird;andatlength,oneevening,havingbycross-questioningsatisfiedhimselfthatFergusmadenoprogress,herose,andgoingtohisdesk,handedhimDonal’sverses。Fergusreadthem,andremarkedhehadreadbetter,butthefirststanzahadaslightflavourofShelley。

  “Idon’tcareastrawabouttheirmeritordemerit,“saidMr。

  Galbraith;“poetryisnothingbutspoiltprose。WhatIwanttoknowis,whethertheydonotsuggestareasonforyourwantofsuccesswithJenny。Doyouknowthewriting?”

  “IcannotsayIdo。ButIthinkitisverylikelythatofDonalGrant;hesetsupfortheBurnsofDaurside。”

  “Insolentscoundrel!”criedthelaird,bringingdownhisfistonthetable,andflutteringthewineglasses。“NexttosuperstitionIhateromance——withmywholeheartIdo!”Andsomethinglikeaflashofcoldmoonlightonwintredwatergleamedover,ratherthanshotfrom,hispoorfocuslesseyes。

  “But,mydearsir,“saidFergus,“ifIamtounderstandtheselines——“

  “Yes!ifyouaretounderstandwherethereisnosensewhatever!”

  “IthinkIunderstandthem——ifyouwillexcusemeforventuringtosayso;andwhatIreadinthemis,that,whoeverthewritermaybe,thelady,whoevershemaybe,hadrefusedhim。”

  “Youcannotbelievethatthewretchhadtheimpudencetomakemydaughter——theheiressof——atleast——What!makemydaughteranoffer!

  Shewouldatoncehaveacquaintedmewiththefact,thathemightreceivesuitablechastisement。Letmelookatthestuffagain。”

  “Itisquitepossible,“saidFergus,“itmaybeonlyapoemsomefriendhascopiedforherfromanewspaper。”

  Whilehespoke,thelairdwasreadingthelines,andpersuadinghimselfheunderstoodthem。Withsuddenresolve,thepaperheldtorch-likeinfrontofhim,hestrodeintothenextroom,whereGinevrasat。

  “Doyoutellme,“hesaidfiercely,“thatyouhavesofarforgottenalldignityandproprietyastogiveadirtycow-boytheencouragementtomakeyouanofferofmarriage?,Theverynotionsetsmybloodboiling。Youwillmakemehateyou,you——you——unworthycreature!”

  Ginevrahadturnedwhite,butlookinghimstraightintheface,sheanswered,“Ifthatisaletterforme,youknowIhavenotreadit。”

  “There!seeforyourself——Poetry!”Heutteredthewordwithcontemptinexpressible。

  Shetooktheversesfromhishandandreadthem。Evenwithherfatherstandingthere,watchingherlikeaninquisitor,shecouldnothelpthetearscominginhereyesassheread。

  “Thereisnosuchthinghere,papa,“shesaid。“Theyareonlyverses——biddingmegood-bye。”

  “Andwhatrighthasanysuchfellowtobidmydaughtergood-bye?

  Explainthattome,ifyouplease。OfcourseIhavebeenformanyyearsawareofyourloveoflowcompany,butIhadhopedasyougrewolderyouwouldlearnmanners:modestywouldhavebeentoomuchtolookfor——Ifyouhadnothingtobeashamedof,whydidyounottellmeoftheunpleasantaffair?,Isnotyourfatheryourbestfriend?”

  “WhyshouldImakebothhimandyouuncomfortable,papa——whentherewasnotgoingtobeanythingmoreofit?”

  “Whythendoyougohankeringafterhimstill,andrefusingMr。

  Duff?,Itistrueheisnotexactlyagentlemanbybirth,butheissuchbyeducation,bymanners,byposition,byinfluence。”

  “Papa,IhavealreadytoldMr。Duff,asplainlyasIcouldwithoutbeingrude,thatIwouldneverlethimtalktomeso。WhatladywouldrefuseDonalGrantandlistentohim!”

  “Youareabold,insolenthussey!”criedherfatherinfreshrageandleavingtheroom,rejoinedFergus。

  Theysatsilentbothforawhile——thenthepreacherspoke。

  “Othercommunicationsmayhavesincereachedherfromthesamequarter,“hesaid。

  “Thatisimpossible,“rejoinedthelaird。

  “Idon’tknowthat,“insistedFergus。“Thereisafoolish——ahalf-sillycompanionofhisaboutthetown。TheycallhimSirGibbieGalbraith。”

  “Jennyknowsnosuchperson。”

  “Indeedshedoes。Ihaveseenthemtogether。”

  “Oh!youmeantheladtheministeradopted!theurchinhetookoffthestreets!——SirGibbieGalbraith!”herepeatedsneeringly,butasonereflecting。“——Idovaguelyrecallaslanderousrumourinwhichacertainfemaleconnectionofthefamilywashintedat——Yes!

  that’swherethenicknamecomesfrom——Andyouthinkshekeepsupacommunicationwiththeclownthroughhim?”

  “Idon’tsaythat,sir。ImerelythinkitpossibleshemayseethisGibbieoccasionally;andIknowheworshipsthecow-boy:itisapositivefeatureofhisfoolishness,andIwishitweretheworst。”

  TherewithhetoldwhatheheardfromMissKimble,andwhathehadseenforhimselfonthenightwhenhewatchedGibbie。

  “Herverybloodmustbetainted!”saidherfathertohimself,butadded,“——fromhermother’sside;“andhisattacksuponherafterthiswereatleastdiurnal。Itwasarelieftohisfeelingofhavingwrongedher,toabuseherwithjustice。Forawhileshetriedhardtoconvincehimnowthatthisnowthatthatnotionofherconduct,orofGibbie’sorDonal’s,wasmistaken:hewouldlistentonothingshesaid,continuallyinsistingthattheonlyamendsforherpastwastomarryaccordingtohiswishes;togiveupsuperstition,andpoetry,andcow-boys,anddumbrascals,andsettledownintoarespectablematron,acomforttothegrayhairsshewasnowbringingwithsorrowtothegrave。ThenGinevrabecameabsolutelysilent;hehadtaughtherthatanyreplywasbutanewstartforhisobjurgation,aknifewherewithtopunctureafreshgall-bladderofabuse。Hestormedatherforhersullenness,butshepersistedinhersilence,sorelydistressedtofindhowdeadherheartseemedgrowingunderhistreatmentofher:whatwouldatonetimehavemadeherutterlymiserable,nowpassedoverherasoneofthebillowsofatroublethathadtobeborne,asoneofthethrobsofaheadache,drawingfromherscarcelyasigh。Shedidnotunderstandthat,herheavenbeingdark,shecouldseenoindividualcloudagainstit,that,heremotionalnatureuntuned,discorditselfhadceasedtojar。

  CHAPTERLVII。

  AHIDING-PLACEFROMTHEWIND。

  GibbiefoundeverythingattheAuldHooseincompleteorderforhisreception:MistressCroalehadbeenverydiligent,andpromisedwellforahousekeeper——lookedwell,too,inherblacksatinandlace,withhercomplexion,shejustlyflatteredherself,notalittleimproved。Shehadagoodmealreadyforhim,witheveryadjunctinproperstyle,duringthepreparationofwhichshehadrevelledinthethoughtthatsomeday,whenshehadquiteestablishedherfitnessforhernewposition,SirGibbiewouldcertainlyinvitetheministerandhisladytodinewithhim,whenshe,whomtheyweretooproudtoasktopartakeoftheircockie-leekie,wouldshowthemsheknewbothwhatadinneroughttobe,andhowtopresideatit;andthesoupitshouldbecockie-leekie。

  Everythingwentcomfortably。Gibbiewassowellupinmathematics,thankstoMr。Sclater,that,doingallrequisiteforhonourablestudentship,buthavingnodesiretodistinguishhimself,hehadplentyoftimeformoreimportantduty。Nowthathewasbyhimself,asifoldhabithadreturnedintheshapeofnewpassion,heroamedthestreetseverynight。Hiscustomwasthis:afterdinner,whichhehadwhenhecamefromcollege,abouthalf-pastfour,helaydown,fellasleepinamoment,ashealwaysdid,andslepttillhalf-pastsix;thenhehadtea,andafterthat,studied——notdawdledoverhisbooks,tillteno’clock,whenhetookhisGreekTestament。Atelevenhewentout,seldomfinallyreturningbeforehalf-pastone,sometimesnotforanhourlonger——duringwhichtimeMistressCroalewasinreadinesstoreceiveanyguesthemightbringhome。

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