“Well, young man, so this is you at last. You’re heartily welcome home. I’ve been long away myself, and you’ve never been here, but we’re old neighbours for all that, and I take it upon me to call myself an old friend.”
“You are very kind,” John said, suffering his hand to be engulfed in that kind, warm, capacious grasp. The old soldier held him at arm’s length for a moment, looking at him with friendly eyes.
“I remember your grandfather well,” he said; “not so much of your father, for he came to man’s estate, and died, poor lad, when I was away; but I see some features of the old man in you, my young friend, and I’m glad to see them. You’ll seldom meet with a better man than your grandfather. He was very kind to me as a young lad at the time I got my commission. They were ill able to afford my outfit at home, and I’m much mistaken if old Dalrulzian did not lend a helping hand; so mind you, my lad, if young Dalrulzian should ever want one—a day in harvest, as the proverb goes—”
“You are very kind, sir,” said John Erskine again: he was touched, but half amused as well. It seemed so unlikely that he should require the old general’s helping hand. And then they talked of the country, and of their previous lives and diverse experiences. Sir James was one of those primitive men, much more usual a generation ago than now, whose knowledge of life, which to his own thinking was profound and extensive, left out the greater part of what in our days is known as life at all. He knew Scotland and India, and nothing more. He was great in expedients for dealing with the natives on one hand, and full of a hundred stories of village humour, fun, and pawkiness on the other. To hear him laugh over one of these anecdotes till the tears stood in his clear, warm blue eyes, which were untouched by any dimness of time, was worth all the witticisms ever printed; and to see him bend his fine old brows over the characteristics of his old subjects in India, and the ameliorations of character produced by British rule, firmness, and justice, was better than philosophy. But with that which young John Erskine knew as life he had no acquaintance. Save his own country and the distant East, the globe was wrapped in dimness to him. He had passed through London often, and had even transacted business at the Horse Guards, though an Indian officer in those days had little to do with that centre of military authority; but he had a mingled awe and horror of “town,” and thought of the Continent as of a region of temptation where the devil was far more apparent than in other places, and sought whom he might devour with much more openness and less hindrance than at home. And when our young man, who flattered himself a little on his knowledge of society and the world, as he understood the phrase, unfolded himself before the innocent patriarch, their amazement at each other was mutual. Old Sir James contemplated John in his knowledge with something of the same amused respect which John on his side felt for him in his ignorance. To each there was in the other a mixture of a boy and a sage, which made them each to each half absurd and half wonderful. An old fellow, who must have seen so much to have seen so little! and a mere bit of a lad, Sir James said to himself, who knew nothing about India or anything serious, yet had seen a vast deal, and had very just notions, and spoke like a man of the world when you came to talk to him! It was thus the senior who did most justice to the junior, as is usually the case.
“I am afraid,” Sir James said, “that you’ll find our countryside but dull after all you’ve seen. We’re pleased with ourselves, as most ignorant people are; we think we’re good enough company on the whole, but music, or the play, or art, or that kind of thing, you’ll find us wanting in. I’m afraid they find us very wanting at Lindores; but as for a kind welcome, whenever you like and however you like, and a good Scotch dinner, and sometimes a dance, if that will content you in the way of company—”
“I should be hard to please if that would not content me,” said John. “I hope you will give me the chance.”
“That we will—that we will,” said Sir James, heartily; and then he added, “we have no young people about us—Lady Montgomery and me. Our two children are as far from children now as their father and mother. They are both in India, and their families grown up and gone out to them. So we have nothing young of our own about the house; but don’t go
