The Heart of Mid-Lothian

himself.

'Gang in and get breakfast ready,' said he to his housekeeper—'and, d'ye hear, breakfast wi' us yoursell— ye ken how to manage thae porringers of tea-water—and, hear ye, see abune a' that there's a gude fire.—Weel, Jeanie, my woman, gang in by—gang in by, and rest ye.'

'Na, Laird,' Jeanie replied, endeavouring as much as she could to express herself with composure, notwithstanding she still trembled, 'I canna gang in—I have a lang day's darg afore me—I maun be twenty mile o' gate the night yet, if feet will carry me.'

'Guide and deliver us!—twenty mile—twenty mile on your feet!' ejaculated Dumbiedikes, whose walks were of a very circumscribed diameter,—'Ye maun never think o' that—come in by.'

'I canna do that, Laird,' replied Jeanie; 'the twa words I have to say to ye I can say here; forby that Mrs. Balchristie—'

'The deil flee awa wi' Mrs. Balchristie,' said Dumbiedikes, 'and he'll hae a heavy lading o' her! I tell ye, Jeanie Deans, I am a man of few words, but I am laird at hame, as well as in the field; deil a brute or body about my house but I can manage when I like, except Rory Bean, my powny; but I can seldom be at the plague, an it binna when my bluid's up.'

'I was wanting to say to ye, Laird,' said Jeanie, who felt the necessity of entering upon her business, 'that I was gaun a lang journey, outby of my father's knowledge.'

'Outby his knowledge, Jeanie!—Is that right? Ye maun think ot again—it's no right,' said Dumbiedikes, with a countenance of great concern.

'If I were ance at Lunnon,' said Jeanie, in exculpation, 'I am amaist sure I could get means to speak to the queen about my sister's life.'

'Lunnon—and the queen—and her sister's life!' said Dumbiedikes, whistling for very amazement—'the lassie's demented.'

'I am no out o' my mind,' said she, 'and sink or swim, I am determined to gang to Lunnon, if I suld beg my way frae door to door—and so I maun, unless ye wad lend me a small sum to pay my expenses—little thing will do it; and ye ken my father's a man of substance, and wad see nae man, far less you, Laird, come to loss by me.'

Dumbiedikes, on comprehending the nature of this application, could scarce trust his ears—he made no answer whatever, but stood with his eyes rivetted on the ground.

'I see ye are no for assisting me, Laird,' said Jeanie, 'sae fare ye weel—and gang and see my poor father as aften as ye can—he will be lonely eneugh now.'

'Where is the silly bairn gaun?' said Dumbiedikes; and, laying hold of her hand, he led her into the house. 'It's no that I didna think o't before,' he said, 'but it stack in my throat.'

Thus speaking to himself, he led her into an old-fashioned parlour, shut the door behind them, and fastened it with a bolt. While Jeanie, surprised at this manoeuvre, remained as near the door as possible, the Laird quitted her hand, and pressed upon a spring lock fixed in an oak panel in the wainscot, which instantly slipped aside. An iron strong-box was discovered in a recess of the wall; he opened this also, and pulling out two or three drawers, showed that they were filled with leathern bags full 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.'