Guy Mannering [56]
and explained. "He was," he said, "a stranger, to whom Mr. Bertram had formerly shown kindness and hospitality; he would not have intruded himself upon him at a period of distress, did it not seem to be in some degree a moment also of desertion; he wished merely to offer such services as might be in his power to Mr. Bertram and the young lady."
He then paused at a little distance from the chair. His old acquaintance gazed at him with lack-lustre eye, that intimated no tokens of recognition--the Dominie seemed too deeply sunk in distress even to observe his presence. The young man spoke aside with Miss Bertram, who advanced timidly, and thanked Colonel Mannering for his goodness; "but," she said, the tears gushing fast into her eyes--"her father, she feared, was not so much himself as to be able to remember him."
She then retreated towards the chair, accompanied by the Colonel.--"Father," she said, "this is Mr. Mannering, an old friend, come to inquire after you."
"He's very heartily welcome," said the old man, raising himself in his chair, and attempting a gesture of courtesy, while a gleam of hospitable satisfaction seemed to pass over his faded features; "but, Lucy, my dear, let us go down to the house; you should not keep the gentleman here in the cold.--Dominie, take the key of the wine-cooler. Mr. a--a--the gentleman will surely take something after his ride."
Mannering was unspeakably affected by the contrast which his recollection made between this reception and that with which he had been greeted by the same individual when they last met. He could not restrain his tears, and his evident emotion at once attained him the confidence of the friendless young lady.
"Alas!" she said, "this is distressing even to a stranger; but it may be better for my poor father to be in this way, than if he knew and could feel all."
A servant in livery now came up the path, and spoke in an undertone to the young gentleman--"Mr. Charles, my lady's wanting you yonder sadly, to bid for her for the black ebony cabinet; and Lady Jean Devorgoil is wi' her an' a'--ye maun come away directly."
"Tell them ye could not find me, Tom; or, stay,--say I am looking at the horses."
"No, no, no," said Lucy Bertram earnestly; "if you would not add to the misery of this miserable moment, go to the company directly.--This gentleman, I am sure, will see us to the carriage."
"Unquestionably, madam," said Mannering; "your young friend may rely on my attention."
"Farewell, then," said young Hazlewood, and whispered a word in her ear--then ran down the steep hastily, as if not trusting his resolution at a slower pace.
"Where's Charles Hazlewood running?" said the invalid, who apparently was accustomed to his presence and attentions; "where's Charles Hazlewood running?--what takes him away now?"
"He'll return in a little while," said Lucy gently.
The sound of voices was now heard from the ruins. The reader may remember there was a communication between the castle and the beach, up which the speakers had ascended.
"Yes, there's plenty of shells and sea-ware for manure, as you observe--and if one inclined to build a new house, which might indeed be necessary, there's a great deal of good hewn stone about this old dungeon for the devil here--"
"Good God!" said Miss Bertram hastily to Sampson, "'tis that wretch Glossin's voice!--if my father sees him, it will kill him outright!"
Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round, and moved with long strides to confront the attorney, as he issued from beneath the portal arch of the ruin. "Avoid ye!" he said--"I avoid ye! wouldst thou kill and take possession?"
"Come, come, Master Dominie Sampson," answered Glossin insolently, "if ye cannot preach in the pulpit, we'll have no preaching here. We go by the law, my good friend; we leave the gospel to you."
The very mention of this man's name had been of late a subject of the most violent irritation to the unfortunate patient. The sound of his voice now produced an instantaneous effect. Mr. Bertram started up without assistance,
He then paused at a little distance from the chair. His old acquaintance gazed at him with lack-lustre eye, that intimated no tokens of recognition--the Dominie seemed too deeply sunk in distress even to observe his presence. The young man spoke aside with Miss Bertram, who advanced timidly, and thanked Colonel Mannering for his goodness; "but," she said, the tears gushing fast into her eyes--"her father, she feared, was not so much himself as to be able to remember him."
She then retreated towards the chair, accompanied by the Colonel.--"Father," she said, "this is Mr. Mannering, an old friend, come to inquire after you."
"He's very heartily welcome," said the old man, raising himself in his chair, and attempting a gesture of courtesy, while a gleam of hospitable satisfaction seemed to pass over his faded features; "but, Lucy, my dear, let us go down to the house; you should not keep the gentleman here in the cold.--Dominie, take the key of the wine-cooler. Mr. a--a--the gentleman will surely take something after his ride."
Mannering was unspeakably affected by the contrast which his recollection made between this reception and that with which he had been greeted by the same individual when they last met. He could not restrain his tears, and his evident emotion at once attained him the confidence of the friendless young lady.
"Alas!" she said, "this is distressing even to a stranger; but it may be better for my poor father to be in this way, than if he knew and could feel all."
A servant in livery now came up the path, and spoke in an undertone to the young gentleman--"Mr. Charles, my lady's wanting you yonder sadly, to bid for her for the black ebony cabinet; and Lady Jean Devorgoil is wi' her an' a'--ye maun come away directly."
"Tell them ye could not find me, Tom; or, stay,--say I am looking at the horses."
"No, no, no," said Lucy Bertram earnestly; "if you would not add to the misery of this miserable moment, go to the company directly.--This gentleman, I am sure, will see us to the carriage."
"Unquestionably, madam," said Mannering; "your young friend may rely on my attention."
"Farewell, then," said young Hazlewood, and whispered a word in her ear--then ran down the steep hastily, as if not trusting his resolution at a slower pace.
"Where's Charles Hazlewood running?" said the invalid, who apparently was accustomed to his presence and attentions; "where's Charles Hazlewood running?--what takes him away now?"
"He'll return in a little while," said Lucy gently.
The sound of voices was now heard from the ruins. The reader may remember there was a communication between the castle and the beach, up which the speakers had ascended.
"Yes, there's plenty of shells and sea-ware for manure, as you observe--and if one inclined to build a new house, which might indeed be necessary, there's a great deal of good hewn stone about this old dungeon for the devil here--"
"Good God!" said Miss Bertram hastily to Sampson, "'tis that wretch Glossin's voice!--if my father sees him, it will kill him outright!"
Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round, and moved with long strides to confront the attorney, as he issued from beneath the portal arch of the ruin. "Avoid ye!" he said--"I avoid ye! wouldst thou kill and take possession?"
"Come, come, Master Dominie Sampson," answered Glossin insolently, "if ye cannot preach in the pulpit, we'll have no preaching here. We go by the law, my good friend; we leave the gospel to you."
The very mention of this man's name had been of late a subject of the most violent irritation to the unfortunate patient. The sound of his voice now produced an instantaneous effect. Mr. Bertram started up without assistance,