Conachar, with assumed indifference.
'I thought,' said Simon Glover, rather seriously, 'that all this was to be laid aside, when at earnest intercession I took you under my roof. I thought that when I undertook, being very loth to do so, to teach you an honest trade, we were to hear no more of hunting, or hosting, or clan gatherings, or any matters of the kind?'
'I was not consulted when I was sent hither,' said the lad, haughtily. 'I cannot tell what the terms were.'
'But I can tell you, sir Conachar,' said the glover, angrily, 'that there is no fashion of honesty in binding yourself to an honest craftsman, and spoiling more hides than your own is worth; and now, when you are of age to be of some service, in taking up the disposal of your time at your pleasure, as if it were your own property, not your master's.'
'Reckon with my father about that,' answered Conachar; 'he will pay you gallantly—a French mutton for every hide I have spoiled, and a fat cow or bullock for each day I have been absent.'
'Close with him, friend Glover—close with him,' said the armourer, drily. 'Thou wilt be paid gallantly at least, if not honestly. Methinks I would like to know how many purses have been emptied to fill the goat skin sporran that is to be so free to you of its gold, and whose pastures the bullocks have been calved in that are to be sent down to you from the Grampian passes.'
'You remind me, friend,' said the Highland youth, turning haughtily towards the smith, 'that I have also a reckoning to hold with you.'
'Keep at arm's length, then,' said Henry, extending his brawny arm: 'I will have no more close hugs—no more bodkin work, like last night. I care little for a wasp's sting, yet I will not allow the insect to come near me if I have warning.'
Conachar smiled contemptuously. 'I meant thee no harm,' he said. 'My father's son did thee but too much honour to spill such churl's blood. I will pay you for it by the drop, that it may be dried up, and no longer soil my fingers.'
'Peace, thou bragging ape!' said the smith: 'the blood of a true man cannot be valued in gold. The only expiation would be that thou shouldst come a mile into the Low Country with two of the strongest galloglasses of thy clan; and while I dealt with them, I would leave thee to the correction of my apprentice, little Jankin.'
Here Catharine interposed. 'Peace,' she said, 'my trusty Valentine, whom I have a right to command; and peace you, Conachar, who ought to obey me as your master's daughter. It is ill done to awaken again on the morrow the evil which has been laid to sleep at night.'
'Farewell, then, master,' said Conachar, after another look of scorn at the smith, which he only answered with a laugh—'farewell! and I thank you for your kindness, which has been more than I deserve. If I have at times seemed less than thankful, it was the fault of circumstances, and not of my will. Catharine—' He cast upon the maiden a look of strong emotion, in which various feelings were blended. He hesitated, as if to say something, and at length turned away with the single word 'farewell.'
Five minutes afterwards, with Highland buskins on his feet and a small bundle in his hand, he passed through the north gate of Perth, and directed his course to the Highlands.
'There goes enough of beggary and of pride for a whole Highland clan,' said Henry. 'He talks as familiarly of gold pieces as I would of silver pennies, and yet I will be sworn that the thumb of his mother's worsted glove might hold the treasure of the whole clan.'
'Like enough,' said the glover, laughing at the idea; 'his mother was a large boned woman, especially in the fingers and wrist.'
'And as for cattle,' continued Henry, 'I reckon his father and brothers steal sheep by one at a time.'
'The less we say of them the better,' said the glover, becoming again grave. 'Brothers he hath none; his father is a powerful man—hath long hands—reaches as far as he can, and hears farther than it is necessary to talk of him.'
'And yet he hath bound his only son apprentice to a glover in Perth?' said Henry. 'Why, I should have thought the gentle craft, as it is called, of St. Crispin would have suited him best; and that, if the son of some great Mac or O was to become an artisan, it could only be in the craft where princes set him the example.'
This remark, though ironical, seemed to awaken our friend Simon's sense of professional dignity, which was a prevailing feeling that marked the manners of the artisans of the time.
'You err, son Henry,' he replied, with much gravity: 'the glovers' are the more honourable craft of the two, in regard they provide for the accommodation of the hands, whereas the shoemakers and cordwainers do but work for the feet.'
'Both equally necessary members of the body corporate,' said Henry, whose father had been a cordwainer.
'It may be so, my son,' said the glover; 'but not both alike honourable. Bethink you, that we employ the hands as pledges of friendship and good faith, and the feet have no such privilege. Brave men fight with their hands; cowards employ their feet in flight. A glove is borne aloft; a shoe is trampled in the mire. A man greets a friend with his open hand; he spurns a dog, or one whom he holds as mean as a dog, with his advanced foot. A glove on the point of a spear is a sign and pledge of faith all the wide world over, as a gauntlet flung down is a gage of knightly battle; while I know no other emblem belonging to an old shoe, except that some crones will fling them after a man by way of good luck, in which practice I avow myself to entertain no confidence.'
'Nay,' said the smith, amused with his friend's eloquent pleading for the dignity of the art he practised, 'I am not the man, I promise you, to disparage the glover's mystery. Bethink you, I am myself a maker of gauntlets. But the dignity of your ancient craft removes not my wonder, that the father of this Conachar suffered his son to learn a trade of any kind from a Lowland craftsman, holding us, as they do, altogether beneath their magnificent degree, and a race of contemptible drudges, unworthy of any other fate than to be ill used and plundered, as often as these bare breeched dunnie wassals see safety and convenience for doing so.'
'Ay,' answered the glover, 'but there were powerful reasons for—for—' he withheld something which seemed upon his lips, and went on: 'for Conachar's father acting as he did. Well, I have played fair with him, and I do not doubt but he will act honourably by me. But Conachar's sudden leave taking has put me to some inconvenience. He had things under his charge. I must look through the booth.'
'Can I help you, father?' said Henry Gow, deceived by the earnestness of his manner.
'You!—no,' said Simon, with a dryness which made Henry so sensible of the simplicity of his proposal, that he blushed to the eyes at his own dulness of comprehension, in a matter where love ought to have induced him to take his cue easily up.
'You, Catharine,' said the glover, as he left the room, 'entertain your Valentine for five minutes, and see he departs not till my return. Come hither with me, old Dorothy, and bestir thy limbs in my behalf.'
He left the room, followed by the old woman; and Henry Smith remained with Catharine, almost for the first time in his life, entirely alone. There was embarrassment on the maiden's part, and awkwardness on that of the lover, for about a minute; when Henry, calling up his courage, pulled the gloves out of his pocket with which Simon had supplied him, and asked her to permit one who had been so highly graced that morning to pay the usual penalty for being asleep at the moment when he would have given the slumbers of a whole twelvemonth to be awake for a single minute.
'Nay, but,' said Catharine, 'the fulfilment of my homage to St. Valentine infers no such penalty as you desire to pay, and I cannot therefore think of accepting them.'
'These gloves,' said Henry, advancing his seat insidiously towards Catharine as he spoke, 'were wrought by the hands that are dearest to you; and see—they are shaped for your own.'
He extended them as he spoke, and taking her arm in his robust hand, spread the gloves beside it to show how well they fitted.
'Look at that taper arm,' he said, 'look at these small fingers; think who sewed these seams of silk and gold, and think whether the glove and the arm which alone the glove can fit ought to remain separate, because the poor glove has had the misfortune to be for a passing minute in the keeping of a hand so swart and rough as mine.'
'They are welcome as coming from my father,' said Catharine; 'and surely not less so as coming from my friend (and there was an emphasis on the word), as well as my Valentine and preserver.'
'Let me aid to do them on,' said the smith, bringing himself yet closer to her side; 'they may seem a little
