And shoot ye sharp, bold bowmen,                        And we will keep them out.                  'Ye musquet and calliver-men,                        Do you prove true to me,                   I'll be the foremost man in fight,                        Said brave Lord Willoughbee.'

When they had entered this apartment, Tummas as a matter of course offered, and as a matter of course Mr. Stubbs accepted, a 'summat' to eat and drink, being the respectable relies of a gammon of bacon, and a whole whiskin, or black pot of sufficient double ale. To these eatables Mr. Beadle seriously inclined himself, and (for we must do him justice) not without an invitation to Jeanie, in which Tummas joined, that his prisoner or charge would follow his good example. But although she might have stood in need of refreshment, considering she had tasted no food that day, the anxiety of the moment, her own sparing and abstemious habits, and a bashful aversion to eat in company of the two strangers, induced her to decline their courtesy. So she sate in a chair apart, while Mr. Stubbs and Mr. Tummas, who had chosen to join his friend in consideration that dinner was to be put back till after the afternoon service, made a hearty luncheon, which lasted for half-an-hour, and might not then have concluded, had not his Reverence rung his bell, so that Tummas was obliged to attend his master. Then, and no sooner, to save himself the labour of a second journey to the other end of the house, he announced to his master the arrival of Mr. Stubbs, with the other madwoman, as he chose to designate Jeanie, as an event which had just taken place. He returned with an order that Mr. Stubbs and the young woman should be instantly ushered up to the library. The beadle bolted in haste his last mouthful of fat bacon, washed down the greasy morsel with the last rinsings of the pot of ale, and immediately marshalled Jeanie through one or two intricate passages which led from the ancient to the more modern buildings, into a handsome little hall, or anteroom, adjoining to the library, and out of which a glass door opened to the lawn.

'Stay here,' said Stubbs, 'till I tell his Reverence you are come.'

So saying, he opened a door and entered the library. Without wishing to hear their conversation, Jeanie, as she was circumstanced, could not avoid it; for as Stubbs stood by the door, and his Reverence was at the upper end of a large room, their conversation was necessarily audible in the anteroom.

'So you have brought the young woman here at last, Mr. Stubbs. I expected you some time since. You know I do not wish such persons to remain in custody a moment without some inquiry into their situation.'

'Very true, your Reverence,' replied the beadle; 'but the young woman had eat nought to-day, and so Measter Tummas did set down a drap of drink and a morsel, to be sure.'

'Thomas was very right, Mr. Stubbs; and what has, become of the other most unfortunate being?'

'Why,' replied Mr. Stubbs, 'I did think the sight on her would but vex your Reverence, and soa I did let her go her ways back to her mother, who is in trouble in the next parish.'

'In trouble!—that signifies in prison, I suppose?' said Mr. Staunton.

'Ay, truly; something like it, an it like your Reverence.'

'Wretched, unhappy, incorrigible woman!' said the clergyman. 'And what sort of person is this companion of hers?'

'Why, decent enow, an it like your Reverence,' said Stubbs; 'for aught I sees of her, there's no harm of her, and she says she has cash enow to carry her out of the county.'

'Cash! that is always what you think of, Stubbs—But, has she sense?—has she her wits?—has she the capacity of taking care of herself?'

'Why, your Reverence,' replied Stubbs, 'I cannot just say—I will be sworn she was not born at Witt-ham;[56] for Gaffer Gibbs looked at her all the time of service, and he says, she could not turn up a single lesson like a Christian, even though she had Madge Murdockson to help her—but then, as to fending for herself, why, she's a bit of a Scotchwoman, your Reverence, and they say the worst donnot of them can look out for their own turn—and she is decently put on enow, and not bechounched like t'other.'

'Send her in here, then, and do you remain below, Mr. Stubbs.'

This colloquy had engaged Jeanie's attention so deeply, that it was not until it was over that she observed that the sashed door, which, we have said, led from the anteroom into the garden, was opened, and that there entered, or rather was borne in by two assistants, a young man, of a very pale and sickly appearance, whom they lifted to the nearest couch, and placed there, as if to recover from the fatigue of an unusual exertion. Just as they were making this arrangement, Stubbs came out of the library, and summoned Jeanie to enter it. She obeyed him, not without tremor; for, besides the novelty of the situation, to a girl of her secluded habits, she felt also as if the successful prosecution of her journey was to depend upon the impression she should be able to make on Mr. Staunton.

It is true, it was difficult to suppose on what pretext a person travelling on her own business, and at her own charge, could be interrupted upon her route. But the violent detention she had already undergone, was sufficient to show that there existed persons at no great distance who had the interest, the inclination, and the audacity, forcibly to stop her journey, and she felt the necessity of having some countenance and protection, at least till she should get beyond their reach. While these things passed through her mind, much faster than our pen and ink can record, or even the reader's eye collect the meaning of its traces, Jeanie found herself in a handsome library, and in presence of the Rector of Willingham. The well-furnished presses and shelves which surrounded the large and handsome apartment, contained more books than Jeanie imagined existed in the world, being accustomed to consider as an extensive collection two fir shelves, each about three feet long, which contained her father's treasured volumes, the whole pith and marrow, as he used sometimes to boast, of modern divinity. An orrery, globes, a telescope, and some other scientific implements, conveyed to Jeanie an impression of admiration and wonder, not unmixed with fear; for, in her ignorant apprehension, they seemed rather adapted for magical purposes than any other; and a few stuffed animals (as the Rector was fond of natural history) added to the impressive character of the apartment.

Mr. Staunton spoke to her with great mildness. He observed, that, although her appearance at church had been uncommon, and in strange, and he must add, discreditable society, and calculated, upon the whole, to disturb the congregation during divine worship, he wished, nevertheless, to hear her own account of herself before taking any steps which his duty might seem to demand. He was a justice of peace, he informed her, as well as a clergyman.

'His Honour' (for she would not say his Reverence) 'was very civil and kind,' was all that poor Jeanie could at first bring out.

'Who are you, young woman?' said the clergyman, more peremptorily—'and what do you do in this country, and in such company?—We allow no strollers or vagrants here.'

'I am not a vagrant or a stroller, sir,' said Jeanie, a little roused by the supposition. 'I am a decent Scots lass, travelling through the land on my own business and my own expenses and I was so unhappy as to fall in with bad company, and was stopped a' night on my journey. And this puir creature, who is something light-headed, let me out in the morning.'

'Bad company!' said the clergyman. 'I am afraid, young woman, you have not been sufficiently anxious to avoid them.'

'Indeed, sir,' returned Jeanie, 'I have been brought up to shun evil communication. But these wicked people were thieves, and stopped me by violence and mastery.'

'Thieves!' said Mr. Staunton; 'then you charge them with robbery, I suppose?'

'No, sir; they did not take so much as a boddle from me,' answered Jeanie; 'nor did they use me ill, otherwise than by confining me.'

The clergyman inquired into the particulars of her adventure, which she told him from point to point.

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