\x SAINT MUNGO'S CITY 31 jpotocl By SARAH TYTLER AUTHOR OF ' THE BRIDE'S TASS,' ' WHAT SHE CAME THROUGH,' ' BEAUTY AND THE BEAST,' ETC. IN THREE VOLUMES VOL. I. CHATTO Hontion AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY 1884 [All rights reserved] SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. Z £ ■J CHAPTER I. YOUNG MACKINNON'S MARRIAGE CONTRACT. Nearly thirty years ago, three highly- respectable 'single ladies,' sisters, of the name of Mackinnon, the youngest of thern already turned forty, the eldest over fifty, and showing decided tokens of what had been from the beginning a sort of ready-made old- maidishness, dwelt in what was still a com- modious house in one of the old squares of Glasgow. It was a region which had fallen down in the world, since the days when its substantial houses — their line vol. i. 1 2 SAINT MUNGaS CITY. broken here and there by low-browed, covered-in Spends' — were occupied by more than one of the ' Tobacco Lords ' — the an- cient autocrats of the West, sprouts from the great Highland houses who had pocketed their pride and stooped to prosecute trade in St. Mungo's city instead of levying black- mail on the Lowland borders. These adven- turous spirits had amassed great fortunes, and had strutted on the ' plainstanes ' in their huge wigs and scarlet cloaks, as haughtily as in the days of their youth they had climbed their native braes in bonnets and kilts. Such magnates had long passed away. The tide of trade and fashion had altered more than once in the interval since sugar had got the better of tobacco, and cotton had rivalled sugar, andiron distanced cotton. As for the cotton and iron lords, they were no longer content with gloomy hous near the old College and the Cathedral, from which the dweller could patronize THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 3 learning and hold intercourse with the professors and clergy — ignoring their com- parative poverty because they, too, were of gentle birth, while book-knowledge has always had its value in Scotland. Far less were the modern traders satisfied with country houses by the Kelvin or down near the Broomielaw. Glasgow was spreading out north and south, and east and west. The old houses, which had become centres of a great population, instead of standing on the outskirts of a town, were constantly passing into lower hands or changing their character. The buildings were occupied by shopkeepers and warehousemen, or let out in lodgings, or, after sustaining a gutting- out process, flourishing anew as shops, where in former days no shops, however select, had broken in upon the genteel retirement of 'family mansions.' Like houses, like people ; many of the proud, prosperous old families had fallen from their high estate, and stood on an 1—2 4 SAINT MUNG&S CITY. inferior footing, forced to yield in wealth and influence to new men coming to the front in new branches of industry — men frequently not drawn from the gentler ranks, either of the Highlands or Lowlands, who had been 'hands' before they were ' heads/ and, along with the sterling qualities which had raised their owners, were apt to retain much of the original clay with which they had been clogged. The class which was superseded had only the pride of their superior antiquity and gentility to console them, and naturally clung tenaciously and not very amiably to these antecedents. The Miss Mackinnons were come of the outstripped, borne -down rulers of the past. Their father had been a man in a better position than the one they filled. Their grandfather had been far before their father. As for their great- grandfather, ' a' Glasgy,' as Miss Janet was wont to say, ' trim'led at the wag o* his finger.' Unfortunately, his descendants THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 5 had little more than his memory to plume themselves upon. But it seemed as if the fortunes of the Mackinnons were about to revive — not in the persons of the ladies, whose prospects of advantageous matrimonial alliances, never great, were slipping slowly but surely from the reluctant women's grasp — hut in the case of their eldest nephew, the head of their branch of the family. Gavin Mac- kinnon was about to marry an heiress in her own right — not such an heiress as a Glasgow Mackinnon might once have aspired to — but a lass whose family was not with- out drawbacks and little mortifying objec- tions, which the ladies, if not their nephew, swallowed with a manifest effort of com- placence. Still, here was an undoubted heiress who had succeeded through her mother to a small landed property, the worth of which was increased tenfold by calico-printing and dye-works built on the land, also the 6 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. property of Miss Craig, when such works had come into repute as sources of trade and wealth that would hold their own against the cotton industries thus supple- mented. No Mackinnon had married a bride with so promising a patrimony for the last two generations. Certainly the trumpeters of the family recoiled a little from the obliga- tion of their nephew to take up calico- printing and dying as a calling, which was something widely different from possessing estates in Virginia, that furnished broad Scotland, and England to boot, with wholesale supplies of the crop of the country. In addition, the elder ladies could have wished that Miss Craig had been able to claim more commercially aristocratic kin- dred ; nevertheless, she and her dowry were by no means to be despised. * There would be plenty of the cotton and iron dirt — Miss Janet was guilty of indicating the THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 7 nouveaux riches in these terms — ' who, for all their bragging that they were roll- ing in wealth, would jump fast enough at Maggie Craig, with her cash and Drys- dale — her grand-uncle-by-marriage's auld farm-house, print-factory, and dye-vats/ It was more of a recommendation than the reverse to the Mackinnons, that Miss Craig, who had been sent home from India for her education, had few relations in this country, and was so far dependent on the good offices of the Glasgow kins- woman of her future husband. It was a matter of resignation, to say the least, to these fairly humane and w T ell-intentioned persons, that Miss Craig's mother, from whom she inherited her property, had died when she was an infant, and that her father had married again since she left India. It would have been a thousand pities for her to return there to her strange step -mother, especially when the tenant to whom the calico-printing works were let, S SAINT MUNGOS CITY. who had made a good thing out of them, was retiring at the end of his lease on a competence, leaving the business with the works to a successor, who might or might not be the husband of the owner. The Craigs were nobodies ; and the Drysdales who were before them at Drys- dale Haugh were little better, ' farming bodies ' of a homely kind, though the land had been their own ; while calico-printing and dyeing had not yet reached such a magnitude as to elevate calico-printers and dyers to the rank that the tobacco-traders had held — they were hardly on a level with cotton and iron manufacturers. But when Gavin Mackinnon turned up, crossed Miss Craig's path, proposed for her, and on her acceptance of his hand boldly undertook to become a printer and dyer on his own account, his aunts were not so destitute of the shrewdness of a trading population as to fail to hail the windfall which had come to the family, and the THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 9 staff which had been put into Gavin's not too capable hand. It was a pleasure to the gradually aging women that the marriage should take place in their house. In addition to the lively interest which women in general find in all that belongs to a wedding, intensified to the highest pitch of excitement when the actors by proxy are past their grand climac- teric and have lost the sanguine expectation of becoming brides themselves, the Miss Mackinnons had a natural [liking, seldom gratified, for dispensing counsel, and order- ing and presiding in matters of conse- quence. They were all three tall, stout women, rather imposing-looking in their very plain- ness. It was an advantage to the two elder sisters that they assumed the matronly style in dress which ought to have been theirs, had fortune been kinder, and men more solicitous of their favour. They wore, if not caps, at least a sufficient io SAINT MUNG OS CITY. quantity of lace disposed about their heads to shade what was gaunt or heavy. Pele- rines and huge falling collars had gone out for young women, but older people still in- dulged in them, and they were not without a certain dignity which suited large propor- tions. The third sister, Miss Bethia (pro- nounced with the accent on the ' i ') did her- self less justice. She put on gowns of gayer colours and flimsier materials, and arranged her unsheltered hair in a much more youthful fashion of elaborate plaits 2nd braids. Miss Mackinnon was developing deafness which she declined absolutely to acknow- ledge, and the greater part of her time was spent in clearing up the misconceptions — the inevitable growth of habitually hearing and speaking at cross purposes. She had grown both tart and stupid under the pro- cess, otherwise she would not have been less intelligent and agreeable than her sisters, which, perhaps, was not saying THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. n much, for the Miss Mackinnons had been brought up under desperately narrowing influences and with overwhelming pre- judices. Miss Janet had come to the front as the result of Miss Mackinnon's deafness; she was left to lay down the law, while her long tongue and restless energy kept her from granting her victim a moment's respite. Miss Bethia represented the accomplish- ments of the ladies. She was fondly be- lieved to be one of the best piano-players in Glasgow, which meant that she thundered through half-forgotten pieces with stunning din and astounding celerity, and played reels with more spirit than delicacy. In spite of the family's income, she worked in- defatigably for pleasure, and at considerable cost, in wools and silks, heaping up trophies only too gorgeous in the shape of cushions and stools and screens, in the otherwise faded and antiquated drawing-room. She had a simper hovering about her large i2 SA1XT MUNGCTS CITY. mouth which was absent from her sisters' faces, and seemed to say that in spite of Miss Bethia's ponderous nose, light blink- ing eyes, with barely visible eye-lashes, and tow-like hair, much on the pattern of the other members of the family, she laboured under the delusion that she was the beauty no less than the genius of her race. It is hardly necessary to say that Miss Bethia was the most foolish of the sisterhood. There was a redeeming feature in the Miss Mackinnons' characters which did something to make up for their intolerable conceit and tendency to constitute them- selves and their opinions the centre of the universe, before which all mankind was to bow. They were strongly attached to each other. None deferred more loyally to Miss Mackinnon than did Miss Janet and Miss Bethia: a fond mother could hardly have been prouder of a cherished daughter's per- formances than were the elder sisters of the THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 13 younger's prowess on the ' piany ' and in fancy-work. One of the peculiarities of the female Mackinnon mind was that it scorned any attempt in Scotch people to speak ' high English.' As the ladies' voices were naturally loud, and they had accustomed themselves to speak still more loudly to suit Miss Mackinnon's infirmities, the effect of their homely Scotch shouted to each other or to any visitor was decidedly startling to a new-comer. Another thing the sisters could not abide was a silly pre- tence at polished instead of plain manners. Such w T eak copying of their neighbours, or yielding to changes which were no improve- ments, were for ' the cotton and iron dirt.' Such trifles were far beneath the attention of the Mackinnons. These favoured mor- tals needed no artificial props. The family's claims to precedence were so un- answerable that a Mackinnon might do exactly as he or she liked, within the i 4 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. bounds of the moral law, for the maiden representatives of the house were respect- able Christians and staunch Presbyterians, assured that the name would grace any speech or action, and confer, not derive, lustre from it. Only a small moiety of the world took the Miss Mackinnons at their own estima- tion, and the moiety was ever decreasing. Strange to say, Maggie Craig, a simple yet aspiring girl, was among the worshippers at the nearly deserted shrine. These absurd elderly women contrived to throw dust in her young eyes. Her chief inducement to marry Gavin Mackinnon was that he was the first man who had made her an offer, and that he was big — biff in various ways — in speech as well as in bodily inches, and so filled a certain space in her world. But her next reason was that in marrying him she would enter into one of the oldest and best Glasgow families, which to Maggie signified as much as if she had referred to THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 15 one of the patriarchal houses of ancient Rome, and that she might thenceforth hold up her head in the light of being closely allied to the unapproachable cream of the inhabitants of her father's native city. Therefore the bride - elect was highly gratified instead of being intensely bored by the invitation from her future husband's aunts to make their house her home, and be married from it, rather than from the house of a business correspondent of her father's or of a school-companion of her own, nearly all the choice she could command. Mr. Craig had sent home a formal con- sent to the marriage. It was little more than a form, since Maggie was of age and could please herself. He dimly remem- bered the Mackinnons as something beyond the common and above his mark when he left Scotland. He had not known any- thing of them in later days so as to modify his opinion. At the same time, his parental interest in Maggie, and his impres- 1 6 SAJXT M UN GO'S CITY. sion that she was doing well for herself, did not go the length of tempting him to return before his time. He had younger children, who, as they had never heen separated from him, had eclipsed the first- born in his affections, and he was at once easy-going and slow to be moved from the plans of his whole life. He left Maggie to her own discretion, and trusted her to her new friends. He would come home, if he lived, at the date he had originally fixed. It was the night before the wedding — a frosty winter night, which caused a slight shudder in the minds of stay-at-home people at the thought of the railway journey to London — the sum-total of the bridal tour. A jaunt to London in winter, and to the Highlands or Ireland in summer, were the stereotyped wedding-trips which had always floated dimly before the Miss Mackinnons' imaginations ; and it is need- less to say the sisters had imposed their standard on the younger generation by sheer THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 17 strength of will and loudness of tongue. Gavin Mackinnon was something of sound- ing brass himself, but he was quiet and yielding compared to the redoubtable aunts. Maggie was a cipher in their hands in the meantime. In spite of what might have been supposed to be the Miss Mackinnons' skill and experi- ence as tacticians in a general way, they had as a matter of course not been familiar with marriages. The grey house in the weather- beaten, smoke-darkened square was in the greatest disorder. There was not a room clear of hride's-cake, or white gloves — ' livery,' the elder ladies called them — or new gowns, or travelling trunks. There was hardly a place in which to receive the two lawyers who came for the important purpose of reading and getting the signa- tures to the marriage contract. The Mi^s Mackinnons had talked so much for the last ten days that they were not fit for anything else. The bridegroom, finding it A VOL. I. 2 i 8 SAINT ML'iXGOS CIT \ . loss trouble to agree than to contradict, had acquiesced accordingly — in spite of his pompousness. Maggie was only occupied in considering how soon she would he a Mackinnon, with all the privileges of the race. The marriage settlement, which was as necessary for the dignity of the family as for the safety of Miss Craig, was left to take care of itself or to he concocted by the aunts. Luckily they were perfectly honest, and had no thought of taking advantage of their new relative. Luckily, too, for the sense and reason of the document, Miss Craig's lawyer was on the spot, and had been invited to join another member of the profession — the Mackinnon family lawyer — in drawing up the deed. Miss Janet was persuaded that none of the preparations would prosper unless she wore, as she said, 1 at the heels of them.' But she was now entertaining a visitor who had come on a call of congratulation and inspection. THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 19 Miss Carstairs was a little woman, a contemporary and old friend of the Miss Mackinnons — one who had come within the charmed circle of old Glasgow. She now sat coolly and contentedly in the middle of the confusion, where old silver dishes and ' dead-fine ' tahle linen, hunted out of ' presses ' to do honour to the occa- sion, lay about among railway-rugs, leather straps and time-tables on the little ebony tables and bamboo chintz -covered chairs and couches of the drawing-room. The dining-room, with its heavy mahogany and horse -hair furniture, and fine old punch- bowl below the sideboard, pointing back to the days when Glasgow punch had been famous, was given up, as a place of superior gravity and masculine simplicity, to the lawyers with their pen and ink, and the young couple who were to profit by these appliances. ' Our marriage settlements/ said Miss Janet in her powerful voice to her crony, 2—2 20 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. as if she and her sisters had been married two or three times over, ' were aye made siccar, though in the making they covered ever so many pages of parchment. My great-grandfather's was, like his will, as bi": as a sma' book. He married a Fenton — Jean Fenton — and it is through her me and my sisters have an interest in Strath- divie — that is, if ever the Fentons of Strathdivie fail, we'll come in for our share as heirs female through my great-grand- mother, Jean Fenton. Oo aye, this settlement between my nephew Clauvin and Miss Craig is but a flea-bite compared to our former settlements. But that is no reason it should not be made richt and ticht, with a lawyer on our side, Dauvit Milne — we've always employed that firm — and a lawyer on hers, new graith [growth] , but a decent enough man, I believe, a Mr. Dalglcish. Do you ken him, Miss Car- stairs V ' I should think so/ said Miss Carstairs, THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 21 a little drily ; ' you've forgotten, Miss Janet, lie married my niece Tina. They've a place in the Highlands, where I stayed three weeks with them last summer.' Miss Janet did not trouble herself to apologize for what might have been a slip of the tongue ; on the contrary, she rushed upon a fresh offence. ' A place in the Hielants, and he a writer body that lives by pen and ink, and cannot date back two generations !' she exclaimed, in a high, protesting key. * After that Dauvit Milne may have his London mansion, and his shooting-box in the Sooth.' The irony was more plain than gracious; but gracious- ness was not a quality in which Miss Janet Mackinnon excelled. ' Weel,' she added with emphasis, after a pause, as if the world's verdict hung on her sentence, ' I've nothing particular to say against it — save that " dockens will aye be waggin'," ' she ended with admirable candour. Miss Carstairs gave an indignant sniff, 22 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. but she knew Miss Janet too well to resent her unconscionable rudeness. Besides, it was the Dalgleishes who were stigmatized as ' dockens/ Miss Carstairs was as well descended as any Mackinnon of them, and could afford to overlook the sneer. ' It was touch-and-go with that will/ remarked the eldest Miss Mackinnon, with her usual irrelevancy, for she had caught only stray fragments of the conversation. * If she had died an hour or twa suner, our Miss Craig would have lost every penny. It would have been maist unnatural that she should not have profited by her mother's succession, but auld Drysdale never men- tioned heirs. He was a hot-headed stub- born man, and though he had a great work with Beenie Pryde, he never liked Jock Craig. It was not with the uncle's will that the niece made the marriage. But. as I said, it was a mercy she died when she did, though I've heard tell that if she had eo much as given a pech or sech [groan or THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 23 sigh] after his breath was out, the property would have been hers, and would have come in the course of nature, as it has done, to her dochter. her heiress/ ' She's speaking of how Miss Craig's mother came into her inheritance,' Miss Janet hastened to explain, carefully lower- ing her voice ; ' she's thinking of wills and deaths, instead of settlements and marriages, no that they're so far apart. Yes, it was just so, auld Drysdale left his money to his niece by marriage. He had no near rela- tions, and though he had the word of being hard, he had aye a soft heart for the memory of his young wife who pined and died long before she saw her prime. He took her sister's dochter, Beenie Pryde, and brocht her up to keep his house, and was as fond of her as if she had been his ain bairn. But there was an odds for all that ; he could never altogether forgive her for marrying Jock Craig, and though he left her his means, as he had come bound to do, 24 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. when lie took her to rear, he did not trouble to mention her wean, that had not a drop of his hlude in its veins/ 1 Well, I mind something of the story, hut I never heard all the ins and outs of it before. The Drysdales were not in our set, Miss Janet,' said mild Miss Carstairs, not without what these old-fashioned ladies would have called a ' fling ' at her hostess, in return for Miss Janet's treatment of Miss Carstairs' niece Tina. and her ' writer body ' of a husband. 1 Who said the Drysdales were in our set, Kate Carstairs ?' demanded Miss Janet defiantly. ' They were not such fules as to set themselves up so far beyond their standing. They kenned their place and keepit it, which was more to their credit. But that did not prevent auld Drysdale's being a man of some substance,' compos- ing herself to resume her story. ' When the news of his death and his inheritance was sent out to where the Craigs had gone, THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 25 it was found that she had died after giving birth to a lass bairn — our Miss Craig — the very same day that the auld man her uncle's breath went out at Drysclale Haugh. I tell you, Miss Carstairs, it was nothing short of a dispensation of Providence that he was gone before her by the space of three hours, or Maggie Craig could not have touched plack or penny of his/ ended Miss Janet, excited by the crisis of her narrative. ' She would have had to hurry if she would overtake him in his journey/ re- marked Miss Mackinnon, with a smile that w r as a little ghastly, as a commentary on the conversation. ' What's she after now ?' inquired Miss Janet, fairly mystified. ' Oh, I mind/ her face clearing up ; ' she's so keen to lose nothing we say. Meye's very sharp, but she's apt to jump from subject to subject, by all the world like a bird from branch to branch. She's off, as she thinks we are, to 26 SALXT MUNGOS CITY. a joke we had among onrsel's this morning, of the bride's remaining behind to look after the gear, and the presents that had not made their appearance in time, while the bridegroom went the first stage in solitary state. But I must awa' to keep Gauvin and Miss Craig in countenance while they hear the settlement read — a trial to young folks in their position — and to append my signature as witness. I'll leave nothing undone that I put my hand to. You'll for- give me for leaving you, Miss Carstairs. You know, it's not an ordinary occasion. If you like to stop till I come back, Meye here can be showing you Gauvin's " traps,' 1 as he calls them, his dressing-case and the studs and things in it, for I think you've looked over the bride's paraphernely, or Betheye — I hear her coming in, she has been awa 1 about the cards — will give you a tune.' 'No, thank you very much, Miss Janet,' said Miss Carstairs, rising and expressing THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 27 all the more gratitude because of the posi- tiveness of her refusal. ' I must run away myself — you will forgive me for having detained you so long, at such an important time, with so much on your mind as I see you have. The bride can have nothing to think of in comparison. ' 1 dare say no/ Miss Janet accepted the implied compliment unhesitatingly, and without limitation. ' What has a young thing like her to take up her mind about but to look bonnie and please Gauvin ? It is me and my sisters that have to care for them baith and see that nothing's forgotten, and to keep the cook and confectioner, the session-clerk and the minister, up to the mark.' * I can feel for you, Miss Janet. When my niece Tina was married, though it was out of her father's house, not mine, and it was not quite the same thing ' — Miss Car- stairs corrected herself hastily, catching a warning flicker of Miss Janet's light blue 28 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. eyes ; ' for Tina did condescend a wee bit, though Mr. Dalgleish's a steady lad, and getting into a fine business, and there's something to be allowed for a lassie's choice — rny very heels were sore, and I could not sleep for a week.' ' What are you saying about quadreels, or was it reels, Miss Carstairs ?' asked Miss Mackinnon. ' No, we're to have no dance, only a degoonay in the French fashion.' ' 111 not forget a bit of the cake with your cards,' Miss Bethia assured the depart- ing guest. ' I'm to have charge of the cakes and cards, and you must promise to dream upon the cake.' 1 Hoots ! Miss Betheye, I'm done with dreams, which does not mean that you should be, you that can give us " Wooed, an' married, an' a' ' so that our feet can hardly keep still, while I'm " timber-tuned." You have so many more pretty pieces of work than those you've so handsomely presented THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT. 29 to Miss Craig that she may get them made up for her drawing-room, it would be a real pity they should be wasted.' * Awa' with you, Kate Car stairs !' cried Miss Janet, while Miss Bethia's simper passed into a giggle; c w r ould you rather have Bethia wasted than the ottomans and cushions, how T ever elegant or creditable to her taste and industry ? You would not have Betheye stoop to a man not in every way worthy of her and her family ; and where is such a man to be found at this time of the day, I should like to hear V CHAPTER II. time's changes. Seven-and-twenty years had passed with all their changes since the winter night on which Gavin Mackinnon and Margaret Craig's marriage contract was signed. Six- and-twenty years had intervened since Mr. David Milne — the solitary representative of an old firm of Glasgow ' writers ' — had wound up their century-long business, dis- posed of what was left, and retired with the accumulated gains to buy an estate in Kirkcudbright, and begin a new life as the founder of a family of Galloway lairds. Four-and-twenty years had elapsed since Mr. Dalgleish, the husband of Miss Car- stairs' niece Tina, finding the field too well TIMES CHANGES. 31 occupied already, or that law was not so profitable in the West of Scotland as it had been, accepted a colonial appointment, and sailed with his family for New Zealand, to sit on endless boundary questions and judge the rights and wrongs of Maoris and settlers. Seven- and-twenty years, with all their vicissitudes — vigorous, full lives vanished like shadows, leaving no traces behind; new lives which had dawned and risen above the horizon, advancing to the hot glow of their noon ; old stranded lives lingering on, apparently without use or purpose. The superannuated house in the old square was little changed, except that the narrow means of its occupants had grown narrower, until they pinched with the sharp pinch of poverty. Each one of the Miss Mackinnons was in her place, though it was becoming always harder and more comfortless. There had been a business speculation — soon corning to grief — into 32 SAINT Ml NGCTS CITY. which the ladies had rashly let themselves be drawn, with the urgent desire of getting higher interest for their small capital. The end had been that the disaster which fol- lowed had swallowed up the larger part of the Miss Mackinnons' pittance. The poor ladies had eked out what was left by the secret sale, bit after bit, extending over a period of years, of what they had been accustomed to cling to fondly as the proofs of their old gentility — quaint silver plate, a few jewels, a considerable quantity of fine lace — until the disposal of the family's effects had come down to table and bed linen, and articles of furniture in daily use, which would fetch little monov, while their absence would be severely felt. And always as the surreptitious sale approached its conclusion, starvation or the workhoua i stared the unfortunate gentlewomen more fully in the face. Still they lived on, though the middle age of twenty-seven years ago was the old age of to-day —old TIMES CHANGES. 33 age without its privileges and indulgences ; while Miss Mackinnon was stone-deaf, and could only be communicated with by means of the slate and slate-pencil which hung behind her chair, or through a set of signs which the patient ingenuity of faithful affection had invented and maintained for her use. Miss Bethia, after a futile attempt to teach her antiquated system of music, had relinquished her piano and laid aside her embroidery, which proved unsaleable, to work at plain sewing, secretly disposed of at the very shop where the Mackinnons' custom had still been an esteemed compli- ment in the days of Miss Bethia's youth. Miss Janet did a servant's work behind backs, in addition to taking her place before the world among the ladies of the house. Withal something heroic had crept in with the suffering into these narrow lives — something of Spartan endurance of hard- ship, of generous self-denial, of steadfast vol. 1. 3 34 SAINT Ml NGO'S CITY. submission to the Providence that knew best what was fit for all. The Miss Mackinnons were frequently absurd enough, and in the increasing isolation of their experience they were getting homelier and more rugged and uncouth, falling back more and more on their old Scotch and their primitive manners, which they had always declined to lay aside, as something which had been good enough for former Mac- kinnons, so was good enough for their descendants and for the world till the end of time. But the women had never been so like ladies as in their silent, desperate light with overpowering odds. A grain of hope remained at the bottom of this Pandora's box. The Fentons of Strathdivic had not been so tenacious of existence as the Mackinnons in St. Mungo Square. One after another had dropped into his or her grave without direct heirs, till at last there was but one ailing man between the ladies and their share of Strathdivie. TIMES CHANGES. 35 It had better be said at once that Strath- ■divie in its entirety was nothing more than & moorland farm in one of the wards of Lanarkshire, which, in the present state of agriculture, was anything save a flourishing possession ; and it had not the supplement of dyeworks or bleachworks, or coal or iron seams, to multiply its worth. Divided into portions, the allotment that might come to the Miss Mackinnons was so trifling that no man need have led a grudged life because of it. Yet that pittance meant such com- parative ease and security to these hardly- bested souls that they could not help con- templating it afar off with longing eyes. It was the hidden burden on the consciences of all the three that they were wishing ill to poor Archie Fenton, not caring to hear that he had any chance of getting hale and hearty again, privately calculating on the probable length of days of a man who was younger than two of the sisters. To intensify the cruel uncertainty, it was 3—2 3 5 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. suspected that on the few occasions on which Mr. Fenton and the Miss Mackinnons had met, for the connection between the families had belonged not to the present but to former generations, the two elder sisters — Miss Janet especially — had been so un- fortunate as to give offence to the disposer of Strathdivie. She had interfered, as usual, where it was a particular want of tact and taste to interfere ; and she had perhaps betrayed only too unmistakably what were her expectations with regard to the farm in the Middle Ward ; while, it was believed, Archie Fenton was not with- out some power to ' will away ' from his distant cousins their share of his property. But surely he could not be so unnatural and unjust, the Miss Mackinnons argued with whitening lips. Blood was thicker than water, and a dying man would not dare to face his Maker after he had robbed his kindred, however remote, of their law- ful patrimony. TIME'S CHANGES. 37 Where were Gavin Mackinnon and his wife that they did not come to the help of their aged kinswomen ? One might as well ask where were last year's leaves that they did not continue to clothe with fresh green the gaunt grey boughs of some venerable tree. The years which had spared the Miss Mackinnons had been as fatal to their nephew and niece as to the Fentons of Strathdivie. Both had gone to their long home many a day before. Ere their deaths the dyeing and calico-printing had thriven so badly in his incapable hands that first he had tried a partner in the concern, and that device not succeeding, he had, in the course of three or four more years, got from his wife the power of selling the property to the same purchaser to whom he had, in conjunction with his partner, already dis- posed of the business. The buyer of both was the son of a cousin of old Drysdale 's, the original laird of Drysdale Haugh. The younger Drysdale was a man whose father ^ SAINT MUNG as CITY. o liad sunk to a very inferior position. The son, on the contraiy, had risen through every grade, till he was not only the sole proprietor of works and farm, hut had im- proved and extended them, had made them a great concern, and had ended by building a fine mansion-house as an addition to the old farmhouse. Neither Gavin Mackinnon nor his wife had lived to hear what another man's sagacity and energy had made of what they had let slip through their fingers. She had not seen the fifth anniversary of their marriage, and he had not survived her as • many more years. There were people who said the couple had been done to ruin and death by the Miss Mackinnons' powers of talking and interference in their nephew's private affairs. But everybody who knew anything about it was aware that Gavin Mackinnon could never have made anything of a trade to which he was not bred ; and what was she fit for save to spend or spare TIME'S CHANGES. 39 as much of her own money as came into her hands ? Then she died, as her mother had done before her — in giving birth to an only child, about whose arrival in this world his grand-aunts had certainly made as much fuss as if he were the heir to an earldom. Still, all things considered, these were circumstances over which the Miss Mackinnons could not have had much con- trol. Neither ought they to have been held accountable for their nephew's premature demise, seeing that no amount of enlarging even on disagreeable topics, and putting fingers into other people's pies, could cause a wet autumn, telling considerably on a man who had never been alert about any- thing in his life save sport. In this parti- cular instance he pursued it in soaking rain, till he caught a violent cold, which settled on his lungs and carried him off in ten days. During the lives of the husband and wife the sale of Drvsdale Haugh had furnished 4 o SAINT MUNG OS CITY. them with a considerable sum in ready money, which they had not had time to spend, though he especially had done his best to get rid of what was so unfamiliar to him. What was left fell to their son, who had been reared, so far, under the care of his grand-aunts. But while he was a minor he could do nothing for them, and by the time he was of age so much of his patrimony had been spent on his education — worthy the last of the St. Mungo Square Mackin- nons — and so much more in gratifying his kinswomen's shortsighted pride and his own boyish fancy by the purchase of a commis- sion for him in an infantry regiment, that there was little left to spare from his small income. Lieutenant Eneas Mackinnon was the pride and delight of his old relatives, the one cause of congratulation in the middle of their reverses, the single gleam of light in their far-spent, darkening daj r s ! For his credit and advantage they would Bacri- TIMES CHANGES. 41 fice the little that remained to them, while he had only a dim idea of the straits to which the old ladies were reduced. He had wished to do something for them out of his chronic impecuniosity, and it was in a great measure their fault that they would accept next to nothing at his hands, lest the dear lad should be stinted and not able to make a fair show among his brother officers. CHAPTER III. TAM DEYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. There is no street in the whole city of bells and chimney- stacks with a greater and richer mercantile traffic, containing more offices in which business is conducted on a larger scale, than one of the side streets running parallel to the handsome thorough- fare of Buchanan Street. At certain busi- ness hours the street is as crowded with merchants and merchants' clerks, ware- housemen, wholesale dealers in all the com- modities under the sun, as the Broomielaw is with porters and sailors, the Sautmarket and the Gorbals with naturalized High- landers and Irish, or the different yards and lanes with craftsmen and mill-hands. When TAM DRYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 43 the swarm of dark-coloured ants hurry along the pavement, it is clear they mean business, hearty though the greetings are which hurst from the deep-throated, deep- chested pedestrians, worthy of the warm hearts and frank tongues — careless of sing- song patois — of the mighty men of Clydes- dale. They will not tarry on their errands ; they have to put their shoulders to the wheel with a will, to bear up the load im- posed upon them. No doubt these sons of Anak, like their servants the porters bearing the material bales and boxes, carry the burden of engagements and obligations un- flinchiDgly, well-nigh swaggeringly. Still the giants show an inclination to get their work done as soon as may be, to allow greater time for play. Carriage, or dog- cart, or steamer — the last in summer especially — whirl or puff the men aw r ay to the country-houses, with their trim avenues and well-kept parks ; or the villas, luxurious as those of Roman citizens, bv some monn- 44 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. tain-girt loch of the blue Clyde, where pines replace the olive trees and heather the roses. At such early hours as are devoted to the patron saint of business — shall we say St. Luke ? — few women, even when tucked under the wing, or following in the wake of husband, brother, or son, venture to bring the light incongruous flutter of their gowns, and the disturbing element of their unabsorbed faces into the rank and file of the workers. Heads of famous houses, young men with their fortunes yet to make, press on as if they would trample down all obstacles, and protest in self-defence ' the de'il tak' the hin'most !' Who would think that within a day's journey from that striving, money-making mass of humanity the solemn Atlantic breaks on wild, lone shores, where the cry of the seamew is the only voice to break the awful stillness ? Within a certain solidly handsome door, TAM DRYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 45 over which a porter of substance held sway, up a good staircase, under the circum- stances singularly spotless, any stranger in- vading the territory would find another door, or rather pair of folding-doors, stand- ing open. One of the doors bore a brass plate on which had been engraved the address — ' Messrs. Mackinnon k Murray, Dyers and Calico-Printers. ' The engraver's tool had passed over three of the words, and the place knew its owners no more. The name which had replaced the others was that of ' Drysdale.' But though so much change had been made, the word ' Messrs.' was left to read like a foolish grammatical blunder, or as if the remainder of the address hung in suspense, which was the true explanation. The omission was not by accident, but by design. ' Let a-be ' the present master of the office had charged the respectfully-remonstrating en- graver. ' That may stand till another Tarn makes up his mind, and then " k Son' 46 SAINT MUNG (TS CITY. can easily be added.' He referred with would-be carelessness to his only son, and to the chance on which he had set his heart, that his one boy might join him in his career, might take up and extend the threads of all his projects, and, when he laid them down, might hand them over to a third generation. There was a little lurk- ing superstition in the sparing of the * Messrs.' already inscribed there, inappro- priate as it was in the meantime. There was also the economy, almost parsimony, in trifles, which, in view of a future exigency, would save the smallest risk of unnecessary expense. Yet this was a man whose intelligence and enterprise had enabled him to supersede his masters, rising gradually to their level, and then soaring far beyond it, building up from a moderate foundation such a great business of its kind, as any man of his type might have been proud to claim for his individual handiwork. His daily business transactions TAM DR YSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 47 involved questions of thousands. He did not think twice of signing a cheque for one or two of those thousands, to get posses- sion of a picture that caught his untutored fancy rather than his cultivated taste. His wife's diamonds were as brilliant as any to be met with in her circle, which was saying a good deal. He would have given a hun- dred for a hunter for his son, if Tarn junior would have hunted with his compeers, the young swells of the mercantile world. He did give as much for a pony phaeton in per- fect keeping, in which Claribel, or even little Eppie, could drive out her mother. But he objected all the same to the small waste in effacing the ' Messrs.' which might have ample significance in the years yet to be born. Tarn Drysdale's office not only held a large staff, it displayed every modern im- provement and well-considered plan for their accommodation. Never were clerks better housed, stooled, or desked ; blessed 48 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. with more regular, if long, hours in a press of business ; ensured greater punctuality at meal-times, or granted in turn more unfail- ing, if limited, holidays. But woe betide any of these ' pets ' of Tarn Drysdale's, as they were sometimes termed derisively by less conscientious masters, if a subordinate was discovered shirking a duty or slurring over a task. These acts of cowardly, lub- berly omission were treated as greater offences than what might have seemed heavier sins of commission, in the shape of occasional fits of folly and dissipation. Tarn Drysdale had the scorn for prodigality and the disgust at intemperance which might be expected from a man whose rise in the world had been, in some de- gree, the result of his prudence and sobriety from youth to middle age. But he had mercy on a feather-headed lad who had got into debt for a gold watch and chain before he had earned them, or a suit of clothes the price of which was beyond the depth of his TAM DRYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 49 pocket. The employer had also a consider- able amount of rueful pity for a middle- aged sinner who had at one time stood several steps higher than Tarn on the social ladder, but who had lost heart, and sought desperately to console himself for the slow- ness of fortune in favouring him, by buying Dutch courage and oblivion, in swallowing the enemy that stole away his brains. On the other hand, for the lad or man who trifled or idled, and cheated his master of his services, Tarn Drysdale was apt to have judgment without mercy. No wrathful words of ' lazy blackguaird ' or ' useless scoondrel ' were hot and sharp enough to launch at the culprit. Tarn Drysdale sat, like the king in the nursery rhyme, counting over his money, in the inner sanctum, which in many respects reflected the man. The various articles it contained — desk, table, chairs, carpet — were at once the very best and the very plainest of mahogany, morocco, and Kid- YOL. T. 4 50 SAINT Ml 'NCOS CIT ) . derminster. The place was the essence of commercial comfort, and even neatness, as if a woman and not a man drew up the blinds, set the chairs at the proper angles, arranged the ledgers, and filed the papers. The room was almost ostentatiously com- plete, but there was an absence of luxury, a failure to recognise or claim any article that was out of the ordinary catalogue of office furniture, an impatience, bordering on con- tempt, of finery or frippery here, though it might be very well at Dry sd ale Hall. Tarn Drysdale, leaning back in his chair, summing up an account with a little knit in his brow, was not far above fifty years of age, and in spite of all he had done before he reached his half-century he did not look older. He was a hale man still, not beyond abundantly capable middle life. He was below the ordinary standard of his native district with regard to size. He was not the ' braw man ' whose stature alone ensures him popular admiration in the west TAM DRYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 51 of Scotland. He was little above the middle height, and he was so finely built that he looked less than he was. But it was a why slightness, and a delicacy that was tempered like the keenness of steel. There were force and activity in every well-knit, cleanly cut limb and feature ; and the time had been when, in spite of his antagonists' greater height and weight, Tarn Drysdale had excelled in various muscular sports calling for more than accuracy of eye and speed of foot, such as quoits, shinty, etc. Tarn's clothes were of the best broad- cloth, but old-fashioned and somewhat clumsy, as w T ell as out of date. There was a suspicion of uncouthness in the style of the coat and vest, down to the very shoes which were not boots, that vexed the soul of Mrs. Drysdale, and even of Claribel, though young Eppie never could see that her father was anything save perfect, both in his outer and inner man. The truth was that Tarn — very indulgent to his womankind in most 4—2 LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF ILLIN 52 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. particulars — became restive and utterly un- manageable when he was pursued into the holes and corners of what he reckoned his own affairs. He would not desert his old tailor, who had made Tarn's wedding suit and risen in the world with him, so far as a one-horse chaise and a villa at Gourock, though the poor fellow did not follow all the freaks of fashion, and could not please a parcel of fools of women. Tarn would not make a puppy or an ass of himself by dress- ing in a manner which would better befit his son. This was supposing that young Tarn ever condescended, nowadays, to appear in a coat superior to the last year's shooting-jacket, which was decidedly the worse of the wear, as his father's coats never were. In like manner, no power, less than his Queen's command, would have induced Tarn to drive in his well-appointed carriage to the door of his office. He stuck to the point that better men than he contented TAM DRYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 53 themselves with arriving at their places of business on their feet, or at most in their dogcarts, and he would never shame himself and them by instituting an odious compari- son. He would not make himself a laugh- ing-stock to his fellows — including his old cronies and his very clerks, who would be fully justified in saying that Tarn Drysdale was as vain as a peacock, and had forgotten the nest he had sprung from. The carriage was in Glasgow several days a week with Mrs. Drysdale and the girls, and, for the sake of their company, the owner of the equipage would consent to meet it at some appointed place, as far out of the way of his ordinary haunts and asso- ciations as possible, and would drive home in a species of incognita with his family. However, this was a weakness to be care- fully concealed. None of Tain's vainglory — rampant enough elsewhere — broke forth in this direction. He positively hid his diminished head, and shrank out of sight 54 SAIJNT MUNGOS CITY. when he was detected in the deed. He would no more have heen guilty of driving in solitary state through those familiar Glasgow streets, where he had been wont to walk in fustian, than he would have worn a feather or a jewel in his hat. ' Me in a carriage for my convenience ! humph ! a cadger's cart would set me better,' he would sa}' ironically. ' What would folk think ? What would folk say ?' (Tarn was apt to regard himself as the cynosure of every eye, a source of endless interest and speculation to his public.) 1 Plenty of them to see that knew a' about me when I had not a couple of bawbees to rub upon one amther. No, no ! I'm not such a gowk as that comes to. I'll not set a pack of impident fellows jeering and sneer- ing. A carriage is all very well for mother, who is a woman and has married a rich man. Moreover, she deserves the best, and she shall have it, as sure as my name's Tarn Drysdale, as nice a turn-out as is to be TAM DRYSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 55 seen in Glasgow. Neither the Provost nor Sir James can beat it. For the young folk, they've been born with silver spunes in their mouths, if that dour deevil, young Tarn, would only sup oot of his spune and be thankful. But I was born to nothing better than a horn cutty [spoon] , and a dugcart will serve my turn, as it has served mony a better man and mony a real gentleman born and bred.' Tarn had a great deal of appreciation, almost tender in its kind, of real gentlemen and ladies. He never ' evened ' himself to be one of them ; he never ' evened ' 1 mother,' much as he thought of her, and proud as he was of her achievements in social life. Certainly he was inclined to put an inordinate value on his success ; he hugged himself on all that money could procure and bestow. He boasted that no duke, no prince, need come before him in the excellence and costliness of his sur- roundings. Money would buy the best, 56 SAINT MUNG&S CITY. and the Lest Tain Drysdale, who had risen and thriven, would have in house and stud and cellar. More than that — and Tain justly laid emphasis on the consideration — money would enable a man to benefit his fellow - creatures, to give them work, to insist that they should not live like brutes, to take measures for their higher civilization. But, in estimating the power of money, he drew the line with regard to what it could do beneath inherited gentle breeding. He never failed in the respect which belonged by right in his judgment to ancient gentility, however reduced in circumstances. He testified instinctively and unhesitatingly his honour for that to which neither he nor 'mother' could ever attain. Nay, Tarn had his doubts whether his very children could pretend to be a real gentleman and real ladies till another generation or two had lived and died. They might not do it — not young Tarn, TAM DR YSDALE IN HIS OFFICE. 5 7 who was clever and college bred, and, if he did not awe, troubled his father consider- ably; not Claribel, who was as independent, had as fine a time of it, and was as inno- cent of considering anything beyond her own will and pleasure, as the American girls to whom she bore some resemblance ; not even little Eppie, who was as kind and guileless as her mother, and was both her father and mother's darling. Young Tarn and the rest of them were on the way to what was beyond auld Tarn's aspirations ; but they had not yet, with all the advan- tages their father had been proud to buy for them, reached the desirable goal. Gentlemen and ladies, pure and simple, were removed several degrees from common clay in Tarn Drysdale's eyes. This implied no sycophancy or slavishness on the man's part. He could assert his claims, if any- thing, a trifle too loudly. It belonged rather to a broad sense of justice which would be fair to every man, and own in 5 8 SAINT MUNGVS CITY. another what he himself could not win — just as he expected that other to admit Tarn Drysdale's superior achievements in his own line. It might have something to do with Tarn's nationality ; with the feudal element, the loyalty to heads of houses and clans which long survived in some form in Scotch society ; with the slight but inde- structible strain of poetry which often under- lies the prosaic matter-of-factness of Low- land Scotch natures. Anyhow, there was found in the man this relieving trait of generous admiration and regard for what was not tangible property, and for what, unlike tangible property, could not be taken by assault on the part of the nouveau rich:, the conqueror of modern times. The senti- ment formed part of a composite character, and unquestionably it softened, to a wonder- ful extent, the vulgarity of the contrasting traits of self-sufficiency and ostentation. Tarn Drysdale's face was so clean shaven that it not onty rejected beard and mous- TAM DRYSDALE /A HIS OFFICE. 59 tache, it barely admitted of the most modestly cropped and abridged rather stubbly brown whisker to match the brown hair, hardly dashed with grey. It was a decidedly handsome face, of a massive type, with a square jaw, a square forehead, a good straight nose, and a good full mouth, which no self-indulgence had spoilt ; while neither had a humid climate nor the apples and pears of the Clydeside orchards done any- thing to impair the whiteness and regularity of the strong even teeth, one of the many signs of health about the man. The colour- ing of the face was fresh, with its native ruddiness just toned down by office-work ; but the hands, which had once been stained all the colours of the rainbow in the dye- vats, were now only too white and soft — not brown and hacked like young Tarn's, or even like those of young Eppie, who had a weakness for playing at boy's games. Taken all in all, the aspect of the calico- 60 SAINT MUNGOS CIT1. printer was wholesome and attractive, and it had much of the quiet power and burgher dignity which are to be found in inany Dutch and Flemish portraits. CHAPTER IV. TAM DRYSD ALE'S ALLIES. It was impossible to stand aside and watch what went on in Tarn Drysdale's office, without seeing that he was a man of mark and influence in his sphere, not only by the number of men and of letters, in the interests of calico-printing and Turkey-red dyeing, constantly appearing on the scene, but by the tone which each speaker and writer adopted in approaching Tarn. He was vir- tually acknowledged a leader of men in his calling. His opinion was consulted, his arbitration asked, his decision accepted. His word was in a manner law. He sat or stood there, a king in his domain. All who entered it paid him homage. His clerks 62 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. were on the alert to meet his requirements. His wishes were anticipated. When he moved, everyone figuratively stood up ; though literally no one hated form and ceremony more heartily than Tam Drysdale hated them. He was simple — one would say personally unassuming and unexacting in his habits, even in his greatest vanity. It was not that the man was a tyrant, or a martinet, or a fool, that he was so served and observed. It was a curious tribute to the natural strength of character, and a certain trust — inspiring, uncompromising honesty, which had always distinguished him. Tam Drysdale 's clientele were of an agreeably varied description. They did not come all on the same day, but specimens of them turned up frequently. Old city magnates, much more imposing and fashion- able than the man the} 7 called on, who gave his broad shoulders a shake, and termed his visitors 'new-fangled;' grave and reverend signors, pursy and fussy, in the sister trade TAM DR YSDALES ALLIES. 63 of cotton, who could have cut huge slices from the national debt, swallowed them wholesale, and not felt themselves seriously the worse. Bankers and lawyers who have always an interest in a man of capital ; clergymen who feel bound in duty to them- selves to avail themselves of the command of the mammon of unrighteousness, in return for their oversight of a parishioner's soul. Young fops and bucks who condescended to know something of the mysteries of bleach- ing, dyeing, and printing, that these might procure the sinews of war wherewith to wage a feud to death with the fishes in the sea, the foxes on the hillsides, the grouse on the moors, or to keep up without stint or stay the luxuries of the gentlemen's yachts, the amenities of their clubs, the splendour of their balls. One of the richest of these young men sauntered in, and was treated with un- mistakable coolness and stiffness ; while the proposal that he was there to make was 64 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. curtly rejected. There had been a question of a lawsuit of no great moment in which both men were engaged. The dispute re- ferred to an encroachment on a patent in which they were equally interested. The abuse had not gone far, and the penalty which might be exacted would only amount to a moderate sum of money, of little con- sequence to a man with Tom Drysdale's income. On the other hand, the suit was likely to be both troublesome and prolonged, and all the other persons engaged in it, with the exception of the lawyers, sought to quash it at this stage. But this Tarn flatly refused to do. 'I wull not, sir,' he said, his politeness becoming more marked, while his dialect grew broader, under the provocation. * It is the principle I care for ; it is justice I want ; I will have the knavish trick exposed. Base loons, who knew perfectly well what they were about when they used the stamp ! Punish a starving man for picking my pocket, TAM DR YSDALES ALLIES. 65 and let off lazy rascals wlio have not the wit to know a good discovery when it is laid before them, but are cunning enough to set themselves to steal it, and grow rich at the expense of others ! Never.' The young man had to return more quickly than he came, muttering between his teeth, when he had passed out of the inner office, ' A dour old brute. Grist to the lawyers' mill.' The last of Tarn Drysdale's levee were honest practical bleachers and dyers, who came to report progress in contract, to seek employment, to enter into an alliance offensive and defensive with the master of the Drysdale Haugh Works. Of this class, though of a different sex from the other members, was a respectable modest- looking young woman, not more than comely in her personal appearance, and, though clean and neat in her dress — a calico gown, black cape, and straw bonnet — altogether sober and out of date beyond her three or VOL. I. 5 66 SAINT MUNQO'S CITY. four and twenty years. To her Tarn Drys- clale turned with marked courtesy, and showed a reflection of fatherly kindness in his manner, as lie rose up, waved her to a chair in his private room, and closed the door behind her. * Come awa' in, Mary, my woman ; I'm very gled to see you. Sit you down and rest you : you've had a long drive this dull grey day. How's your father ? Eh lass ! but I mind him a fine man, the buirdliest [most stalwart] bleacher far and near. Well,' in a more subdued, sympathetic tone, in answer to a sorrowful shake of the young woman's head, 'the strongest of us must grow weak as water when our time comes, and he is well off to have a gude dochter like you, Mary, since his gude wife is gone, to hold together the bit bleaching-ground, and keep the pot and the kettle boiling, and mind the other mitherless weans. I'll tell you what, Mary Coates, though you should not hear it, maybe, you're the very picture TAM DR YSDALES ALLIES. 6 7 of your mither ; you're a fine, discreet, eydent kimmer [diligent girl] that any father might be proud of, and that some lad will be blithe, as well he may be, to call his marrow some day. You shall never want any small help that I can give you in your most honourable career, both for your father and mither's sakes and for your ain !' exclaimed Tarn Drysdale, striking his hand on his desk in the determined manner of a man who had long been unac- customed to contradiction, and who could rise to enthusiasm on occasions. 1 Oh, sir, sir, bide a wee [wait a little] till you hear a' before you praise me so/ cried Mary Coates, who instead of sitting down in the comfortable chair offered to her, stood disconsolately by the table, crush- ing a passbook between her trembling cotton-gloved fingers. ' I have not brocht you back a penny of the loan you were so gude as to gie us, that should have been paid this last term. I have tried my best, 5—2 68 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. but trade has been slack and wages high, and father's doctor and medicines mak' sic a hole in what is laid by, that I have got no farther than the interest, which I think you'll find correct. Father said I was bauld to come wi' that alane, when it was the principal that should have been paid, and you were aye a man who stood by your word and your day. But I thocht the interest was better than naething. It would show at least,' with the faintest dry sob, which decent reserve stopped in her throat, ' that I was trying — that I would fain pay a', if I could/ ' That you would, Mary, my fine lass !' cried Tarn almost fiercely, with a suspicion of moisture in his own keen, clear eyes, ' and so would your mither before you — a gude stock, root and branch, that's what you are ; and what's a form or half a dozen of terms' credit more or less between me and your father and mither's dochter ? But I'll take the interest, bocause I think that TAM DR YSDALE'S ALLIES. 69 will be best, and I ken it will go nearest to contenting you. Then you'll tell me what I can do to put a job into your father's hands, without letting on [mentioning it] ; it will be a secret between you and me — after you've given me the news of him and the weans. Now, no thanks, Mary ; I cannot abide them/ he stopped to say peremptorily, ' least of all from a gude young lass like you ; you'll oblige me by leaving them out, while you sit down there till I write you a receipt.' Before Mary Coates left, Tarn Drysdale went into the outer office and called one of his senior clerks to speak aside with him. 'Mr. Dunlop, I've Miss Coates of the Cairnie Burn Bleaching Green with me. I want you to take her round to Fergusson's, and see that she has the best luncheon that can be had in the place. She has a long- road to drive back to Cairnie Burn. Then I want you to look over the orders and see 70 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. if there is any job within Coates's powers that you can hand over to him.' 1 Very well, sir,' answered Mr. Dunlop, a dapper little man with a top of hair, not ten years younger than his master. He spoke more resignedly than with the briskness natural to him. He had been taught by his grown-up daughters (Glasgow men in his class marry young) to estimate women who were not intimately connected with him a good deal by the quality and style of their dress ; and he did not relish passing through the busiest streets of Glas- gow, where he was well-known, 'to the restaurant, in company with ' a countrified, common-looking lassie like Mary Coates,' at the hour when a multitude of other clerks were going to their dinners. Tarn Drysdale was quick to perceive the reluctance and fiery to resent the slight to the object of his attentions. ' Dod, man!' he cried, with an angry snort, using the familiar form of address TAM DR YSDA LES ALLIES. 7 1 that cropped up in his speech occasionally to the older clerks, who had heen fellow- servants with him in ' Mackinnon and Murray's,' before there was any thought of a clerk becoming a master, or Drysdale Haugh returning to the hands of a Drysdale. ' If you have any serious objections I'll rax down my hat and go mysel'. Willie and Jean Coates's dochter — as fine a lass as ever stepped — shall not be looked down upon or held at arm's length, so long as I can prevent it.' ' I have no serious objection, Mr. Drys- dale,' said Dunlop hastily, but still a little drily ; ' why should I ? I'll do my best for the party you mention, and I'll see to the orders,' seeking to change the subject, and at the same time not without a mali- cious desire to hit a weak point in his superior's armour. ' I thought, sir, you objected to giving them out ; that you held the small bleaching and dyeing works were a mistake — a sort of snare to the petty 72 SAINT MUNG&S CITY. bleachers and dyers, who came to loss and ruin in the end, so that the whole of them — works and men — should be suffered to die a natural death.' ' There is no rule without an exception,' said Tarn shortly, for he hated inconsis- tency either in himself or in another. ' Never mind what I said — I suppose I may speak at random, like my neighbours, when I do not choose to wale [choose] my words, as if they were said in the hearing of an enemy. But you are nobody's enemy, Geordie Dunlap, that I ever heard tell of ' — he corrected himself with recovered good humour — ' unless your ain whiles. For you're a gabby [talkative] creature, and will speak up for your way of the matter, in season and out of season, as long as the breath is left in your body. Do as I bid you, and let us hear nae mail o't.' Tarn Drysdale turned on his heel, and when he was in his room and the door shut on Marv Coates and her escort, he TAM DR \ SD ALE'S ALLIES. 7 3 reflected for a moment, with his hands in his pockets, before he dismissed the whole subject, and gave his mind to some of the many other questions demanding his atten- tion. ' Set Geordie Dunlap up !' he mused — ' a gusedib laddie, a ragged callant no so lang syne. No doubt it's all the more credit to him to have worked his way up to a gude coat on his back, a gude house at Pollok- shields, an elder's seat in a U.P. Kirk, and lodgings for his family for a month at a time, instead of just the Fair-days, down the water. But he's of another stock to the Coates ; as well even them to the Duke's race. I'm not come from the dirt myself. There were Drysdales in the Loaning, not so far from Drysdale Hall, as soon as there were Coates in Cairnie Bum, and Lamonts in the Crook. But the Coates and the Lamonts were a cast above the Drysdales when 1 came into the world. They had kept their bits of crofts when my father, 74 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. though he was next-of-kin to Drysdale of Drysdale Haugh and the dye-works, had gone to the dogs. I mind when I would have been a proud man to have counted myself fit to walk by Jean Laraont's side through the streets of Glasgy. Yet Geordie Dunlap, the auld puppy, thinks shame to be seen with Jean's wiselike dochter Mary. Bowls run round, no doubt, and I grant, though I've the greatest — the very greatest — respect for the fine lass who is so like her douce, sonsy mither, I am not free to say, after all, that I would have cared to convoy her myself through the streets to the eatjng-hotise, or the inn where her beast is put up. A man is forced to mind the look of the thing and what belongs to his position. I might have met Clary with some of her fine graith, and it might have put the bairn about ; though she's not given to mind, which I, who have lifted her up to a higher footing, have no right to do. It's all for the best. Jean Lamont chose Willie TAM DRYSDALES ALLIES. 75 Coates, as she had every right to do — I said it at the time, before I had won any title to speer her price, and ask her if she would not look at me. There was no wrong done, and Willie was my friend, puir chiel', that never reminded me how a Drysdale had fallen out of the ranks, and was no longer a mate for him any more than for Jean Lamont. I could not wish him harm, though harm enough — death, sickness, and poverty — have long had him in their grip, without any wish of mine. And I have thriven, and married bonnie Eppie Mercer — than whom a better and a bon- nier wife, and a kinder soul, could not have been given to a man. She has borne me three wiselike bairns, and I'm content if they'll but be pleased/ with a sigh spared from his complacency for young Tarn, who was unreasonably ill to please. CHAPTER V. TAM DRYSDALE AT DRYSDALE HALL. This was not one of the days when any of Tarn Drysdale's womankind were in the town with the carriage, laying an obligation on him to make his way to them ; for he did not care that they should come to him, unless they walked to the office and accom- panied him on foot to the private corner at which he was to sink Tarn Drysdale the city man, and take up Tarn Drysdale the proprietor of Drysdale Hall and of its sundry equipages, who was bound to show himself sometimes in the second character. On the present occasion he could drive out to his country house in the modest state which, as a matter of personal propriety and taste, TAM DR YSDALE A T DR YSDALE HALL. 7 7 he preferred — starting from the office door, not without a little commotion within and a little flourish without, nodding to the various acquaintances he met, and looking about him like a man at his ease. Tarn had driven along that road almost every lawful day for a number of years. He knew and noticed all the landmarks both in town and country. He was at leisure to observe them, for although, like most coun- trymen, in whatever station they have been reared, he could drive, the practice did not recommend itself to him, as it would have lent itself to a younger, more self-conscious or more restless man. He liked his own particular groom, a steady old countryman like himself, to drive. The master was on the best terms with the servant, unless when Simpson, for the sake of his horse, his honour, or the principle of the thing, like his master, felt bound to cry out against a bad habit of Tarn Drysdale's. This was a practice of letting the children that he passed 78 SAINT MUNG OS CITY. twice every day on the road, going to and from the parish school, hang on behind the dogcart during the slow progress of the horse, after it had slackened its pace to accom- plish the ascent of a hill which was in con- venient proximity to the children's village. ' Sir, it's what no ae beast in a thousand would put up wi,' remonstrated Simpson, every time, looking grimly over his shoulder, and fingering his whip with the strongest inclination to lash out behind, though he was a man and a father when he did not happen to be touched in a professional quarter. ' What will folk think of our driving wi' sic a tail at our heels ? It's not respectable. Forbye, these bairns will go to the mischief some day, through being let tak' such unwarrantable liberties with a gentleman's dugcart and horse.' ' And driver,' added Tarn Drysdale, with a twinkle in his e} r es. ' Do you no mind, Simpson, how grand sic a ride was lang syne ? How it tasted all the sweeter because TAM DR YSDALE A T DR YSDALE HALL. 79 there was the risk of a backward cut across your fingers and your face, and you left dancing with the pain of the worst pawmy you ever got, in the middle of the road. I cannot find it in my heart to deprive the puir bit things of the pleasure. There, be aff, bairns !' he admonished his tail, as the curricle reached the brow of the hill. ' The horse will be awa' again like a fire-flaucht in a couple 0' minutes, and ha'e some of you down in the stour, wi' broken banes, if ye dinna tak' care.' The dull, grey spring day cleared up when the heavy pall of city smoke was left behind, and the sun shone in a blue sky, dappled with white clouds over a green country — a fair morsel which had escaped the pits and blast furnaces that honeycomb and blacken the earth, and burn with a red glare throughout the night, for many a mile around Glasgow. Here was left a remnant of the orchards and woods which once made the whole of Clyde's banks ' bonnie.' The 8o SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. humid air that comes on the wings of the west wind promoted verdure, and rendered the spring vegetation early and luxuriant beyond any standard it attained on the bleak east coast. But it was not a spot given up to Pallas and Pomona. Their province was not un- invaded. Tarn Drysdale's works were within a mile of his house, or hall as he had chosen to call it ; but whatever their offences, they were mild by comparison with those of the coal and iron plagues. The stretch of meadows devoted to bleaching glistened white in the spring sunshine, as if strewn and silvered with millions of go wans. The dyeing and printing operations either did not include all the chemical abominations of St. Piollax's, or dispersed them over - large an area that they were little felt. They might colour with a sanguine hue. for the most part, the water of Aytoun — the tributary of the Clyde on which the works were built — and poison the fishes, at least TAM DR YSDALE AT DR YSDALE HALL. 8 1 so anglers complained ; but the compounds did not impregnate the air with hideous odours, or disfigure the landscape with blights. Indeed, as Tarn Drysdale drew near the house he had made for himself, just as Geordie Dunlap had been figuratively the architect of his ' bien' house at Pollokshields, Tarn held up his head and snuffed the air with a great increase of satisfaction. The fields and hedgerows on each side of the road were part of the inheritance to which, though it had belonged to his forefathers, he had not succeeded by ordinary succession from his father and his father's cousin, the old laird of the land and owner of the dye- works. What was far better in Tarn's eyes, he had won them back by the sweat of his brow and the wit of his brain, and valuing them by the cost of the acquisition, he did not believe there were fields or hedgerows like them in Lanark — nay, in broad Scot- land. The cattle and sheep in the pastures, vol. t. 82 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. the horses in the furrows, were his. It is doubtful whether he did not also claim the crows in the air. If the office in Glasgow was a srmt to which his mind went out, for which he started with a will, to be in the swing of business, Drysdale Hall, down to every clod of its clay and stone of its walls, was .the pride of his heart, like his wife Eppie and his son Tain. The latter, though he thwarted and galled his father because he was his son, his only son, his might and the beginning of his strength. ' the excel- lency of dignity and the excellency of power," however contumacious he might prove, came nearer to Tarn's heart than either of his daughters — even than his young pet Eppie. It is hard, after all, to say whether a man loves more profoundly, with a more passionate attachment, the paternal acres which have belonged to his race from time immemorial, on which he first saw the light, that have been associated with every act of his life, or the land which he lias bought TAM DR YSDALE AT DR YSDALE HALL. 83 by the hard toil of his youth and man- hood, the fruits of which are the fruits of his own labours, the reward of his self- devotion. Drysdale Haugh had in some measure both of these claims on Tarn Drysdale. Drysdale Hail had only escaped being a huge staring pile of white masonry from the circumstance that Tarn, proud as he was to have built up a house, was also proud, with the Scotch hankering after gentle birth, that the place had belonged to Drysdales long before it had come into the hands of Mackinnons or Murrays, and that these Drysdales had not simply been respectable ye omen -farmers — they had been enterprising enough to erect dye-works on their property, and they had been un- deniably ' sib ' to his less flourishing branch of the Drysdales. For this reason Tarn had spared the old farmhouse of Drysdale Haugh, and left it the nucleus of the new building, rendering it more incongruous 6—2 84 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. certainly, but less raw and purely aggres- sive. The farmhouse had been, and was still, a two-storied building of substantial free- stone, with a heavy stone porch, the whole grown over with ivy, which, luckily, its present proprietor had spared, not so much from a sense of its beauty, as because of its memories, especially one tender recollection linked with it. He had been held up by his mother to see his first bird's-nest under the glossy, dark- green leaves on a Sunday evening, one of the rare occasions when the poor relative had been invited to visit the rich. To this ivied centre, with its small windows and narrow door, no longer suit- able for a main entrance, Tarn had tacked on two spacious wings fit to fly away with the body of the house between them. The hall, with its big door, was in one of these wings ; the other ran out in a long one- storied building which was, in fact, Tarn's picture-gallery, where lie stored the spoci- TAM BR YSDALE AT DR YSDALE HALL. 85 mens of art he had taken pains and delight in collecting. Originally the farmhouse stood in a little garden on the edge of a stackyard, built, for winnowing purposes, on the side of a hill. Garden and stackyard, with the old farm- offices, had alike disappeared, and the ground was converted into a really fine terrace, commanding not only Tarn's snow- white bleach-fields, but much of the adjoin- ing country. The hillside, which had been transformed into the terrace, had descended naturally into a little wooded den that remained enclosed in the grounds, and served for a short avenue. A somewhat perking porter's lodge, guarding gorgeously wrought iron gates, led from the high-road into the carriage-drive that now ran through the den, and terminated with a broad sweep on the terrace. Nature had done some- thing for Tarn's mansion; and his architect had availed himself of nature in a praise- worthy manner. 86 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. On the opposite side of the house were the gardens and greenhouses, of some extent, maintained with a sovereign disregard of expense. Beyond the gardens lay the stables, coach-house, kennels, and servants' offices generally ; and there, whatever drainage, ventilation, encaustic tiles, and every recent invention could do for the com- fort and well-being of man and beast, was done thoroughly, to the credit of Tarn Drys- dale and his myrmidons — be they builders, grooms, or grieves. So perfect was the smooth order in every department, where money, freely used with- out abuse, served to oil the wheels of the domestic machine, that the Drysdale Hall farm - offices, like the Drysdale Haugli Works, figured as models for men to copy. Strangers would bring introductions, and request to be taken over the place. Sir James Semple, of Semple Barns, who was Tarn Drysdale's next neighbour, and on the best terms with him, brought three- TAM DR YSDALE A T DR YSDALE HALL . 8 7 fourths of his visitors to wonder and admire. As Tarn Drysdale drove along the terrace, at the well-known sound of his wheels, greetings met him from two different quarters, with a swiftness suggestive of the pleasant explanation that he had heen watched and waited for. In the porch of the old part of the house, which now sheltered a side door, there suddenly stood, framed by the ivy and rose boughs, which were only sending out green shoots as yet, Eppie the elder, Eppie the matron. Mrs. Drysdale was already dressed for dinner, like a rose in full bloom, in her rich dark silk, and always with fluttering lace and pink ribands about her head and throat — unless when she went into company, and replaced the ribands by flow T ers, dew -dropped with diamonds. She was persuaded that they 1 set ' her, and that Tarn liked her with pink bows and strings, such as she had 88 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. worn in her Sunday bonnet (she called it * hat/ though it was no hat), long before the days that she put on caps, when he had come to the kirk where her family worshipped, to meet and court her in the face of the congregation — like an honest man — as well as to pray to his Maker like a good Christian. Mistress Eppie was buxom and bonnie still, of a type of beauty — dark-haired, dark -eyed, white-skinned, with summer roses on the cheeks, and teeth white as milk, between ripe red lips — which, if not peculiar to Clydeside, is oftener met there than elsewhere. It belongs to strapping- lasses who are matches for stalwart men, though in this case the wife was not more strapping than the husband was stalwart ; both had missed the superior stature which is the frequent accompaniment of their style of good looks. Mrs. Drysdale was accustomed to say, with apologetic regret, that her Tarn and herself were but ' sma' TAM DR YSDALE AT DR YSDALE HALL. 89 bouket ' (of short stature), matched with many of their compeers. Husband and wife were alike in this respect, as in many another. If the type has little of what is purely intellectual or spiritual, it has, as has been said with regard to Tarn Drysdale's comely person, a great deal that is whole- some and full of health and vigour, that will endure, and, what is more, will retain much of its attractiveness after the black or auburn hair is grey, and the fresh, firm cheek withered and shrunken in its wintry red. Mrs. Drysdale came out to meet her husband, as she had come, unless necessity was laid upon her to be elsewhere, ever since the two had become one. She had done it when Tarn had taken her first to a four-roomed house in a village street, when she had but to cross the threshold into the hallan, to greet the young working-man trudging home after his day's toil. She had known the sound of his foot then, as 9 o SAINT MUNGGS CITY. she knew the sound of his horse's feet to- day. She never failed him when she had a grand staircase and a long corridor to traverse, instead of a doorstep to cross. He was still the light of her eyes, whom it was as natural for her to hail, as it is for the newly-awakened sleeper, after the hours of darkness have passed, to turn instinctively to catch the first stray beams of light. A contented and happy woman in most re- spects, as she found herself, it was still her night when Tarn was up in Glasgow at his office, or even over at his bleach-fields and dye-works ; her day when he came home with the sunset or the starlight to her and the bairns, to be theirs till the next morning rose and called him forth to play his man's part of making a great business, earning a heap of money, and being a prince among his fellows. And she was sure that Tarn was glad to see her standing there, the first to welcome him, though in his proud, shy. Scotch way he said no more TAM DR YSDALE AT DR YSDALE HALL, g i than, ' Well, are you there, mother ?' — as if he ever expected her to he elsewhere ! — ' What have you all been about the day V The pink bows and ends of her ribands were a little too much like a reflected glow from her cheeks, brighter and less delicate than of yore. Her dress had a tendency to rustle. There was an excess of trimness about it in every plait and pucker. She was too smart. The very apron which she wore, though she was dressed for dinner, was embroidered in silks all over, and she had too many and too costly rings on her plump white fingers. She had somehow managed, with mis- directed ambition, to give an undesirable varnish to the native Doric of her tongue, which, in robbing it of its simple rusticity, lent it a false lustre that by no means im- proved its quality. She shared with her husband a positively exasperating exuber- ance of satisfaction with their acquisitions and surroundings, so as to tempt the world 92 SAINT M UNO 0'S CITY. into seeking to lower the couple, were it only by an inch, from their pinnacle of self-conceit. It served as a mortifying reminder to their friends that Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale, in spite of their many virtues, were made of common clay after all : for if man and wife had been composed of finer, rarer stuff, they would have understood for themselves that a man's life does not con- sist in the things he possesses ; they would have known that wealth can do no more than confer the lower gratifications, and would have ceased to be infatuatedly elated by their outward prosperity. The other person, who opened a French window on the ground- floor of the new part of the building, and came skipping out of it, the faster to reach and greet Tarn Drysdale on his arrival, was likewise a woman. She also had been wonderfully constant in her attentions since she had been able to toddle, with or without her mother or nurse's consent, into dangerous TAM DR YSDALE A T DR YSDALE HAL L. 93 proximity to the horse's feet, sidling up to the dogcart, standing confidently, her little face one broad grin, which cast out the smallest conception of fear of repulse, till she should have her reward. It was to get the whip, twice as long as herself, to hold, or to be caught up and tossed in strong arms, placed in the seat of honour, and driven up and down the terrace, shrieking with delight at the promotion. This was Eppie the younger, who had grown from a lovely child to a slim and beautiful girl of sixteen — such a juvenile copy of her mother in hair, eyes, complexion, teeth, smile, in her very fondness for soft pink, like the colour of her own cheeks — that the striking likeness between the mature matron and the slender lass became almost comical in the points of agreement and of difference in the two versions of the same original. Little Eppie, in the changed circum- stances into which she fitted, had even caught 94 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. up something of the broad Scotch which — varnished or unvarnished — fell, as a matter of course, from the elder lips, but sounded so quaintly on the younger. Eppie's bro- ther and sister were free from this lin^erin^ distinction. Mrs. Drysdale could pride her- self on the fact that her son, young Tam, and her elder daughter, Clary, spoke as if they were reading out of a printed book. Young Tam did so from sheer earnestness ; Claribel from set purpose, in all moods. It was not so in Eppie's case ; and with traces of the speech she had inherited a portion of the rustic tastes in which the heads of the house now only indulged as a relaxation — a private relaxation. To eat oat-cake and drink buttermilk, when they might have had the richest of plum- cake and the dryest of champagne ; to sup on new potatoes and salt herrings, when the eaters might have dined at the same hour on turbot and turkey, or salmon and lamb, were treats to Eppie no less than to her father and mother — only TAM BR YSDALE AT BR YSDALE HALL. 95 the girl, if she had got her own way, would not have taken them surreptitiously. There were other enjoyments for which Eppie had an hereditary inclination, though the knowledge of them could only have come to her by hearsay. She would have liked to work in the harvest -field, to seek and find hens' nests and bring in the eggs, to carry home every sick chicken and deserted lamb she could come across, and become its foster-mother. She would have liked to milk the cows, and in default of so high and hopeless an attainment, she haunted the dairy to skim the milk in the basins and press the whey from the curd in the cheese- tubs. She would, if there had been any chance of her gaining permission, have sought to ride her pony bare-backed, and tried to groom him with her own little hands. Claribel cared for none of these practices any more than if she had been bom a duchess; indeed, the chance was that if 96 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. she had been her Grace, she would have looked at them longingly, as Princess Eliza- beth looked at the milkmaid carrying her pails. If Claribel Drysdale suffered herself to feel aggrieved by any of the manifold con- tradictions in the bearing of the family, it was by her younger sister Eppie's perverse disposition ' to run wild,' as Claribel called it emphatically, in aping primitive sayings and doings which were all very well, or at least excusable, in her father and mother, who were elderly, and had been more plainly brought up. Claribel would never allow herself to approach nearer to the hole whence she had been dug than such a vague phrase as this. But it was wrong as well as absurd in Eppie — such folly would damage her prospects if she were let alone — her conduct might even prove injurious to the fortunes of the rest of the family. As it had happened, this was one of the instances in which Claribel's power failed. TAM DR YSDALE AT DR YSDALE HALL. 97 Her mother, to whom she was polite, some- times even affectionate, stood greatly in awe of her elder daughter, still more so than of her son Tarn. Claribel had also an odd double influence over her father. He re- spected in her the education and tastes which were beyond him : and he felt bound to support her, in the career which he had opened up for her, by removing, as far as possible, every hindrance out of her path. Altogether, Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale might have been worked upon to the painful extent of denying themselves a good deal of Eppie's society, checking her in the very expressions and practices she had learnt through love for them and sympathy with them, and sending her away to the finishing school of which Clary so often spoke. But Eppie was a tower of strength in herself. She proved too much for them here. She had no more fear of her sister Clary than their brother young Tarn had. She laughed at and defied her. Clary was vol. 1. 7 98 SAINT MUNG 0\S CITY. all very well sometimes, when Eppie had toothache and Clary nursed her, or when Clary was in a communicative mood, and chose to give the details of her parties ; then she was ' a dear/ and quite nice and amusing. At other times she was ' prideful and upsetting/ and had little time or at- tention to spare for home. But in neither case was she ever to come between Eppie and her father and mother. She would not yield her consent to being sent away from her happy home, Drysdale Hall, neither would her father and mother have the heart to force her. Why, what would they do without her ? Who would bring father his slippers and his posy ? Who would cut his hair and read the newspapers to him ? Who would be mother's companion when father was at business, help her to give her orders, and see the stores weighed out, and be her little 'prentice housekeeper ? No doubt Clary pretended there was no need for mother to TAM DR YSDALE A T DR YSDALE HALL. 99 keep house when Mrs. Wood was so clever and experienced, and had been housekeeper as well as cook to Lady Semple's brother — as if mother could live without a house to keep, although there were twenty Mrs. Woods to do it for her ! Who would walk to the gardens and the washing-green with mother, and gather the lavender, and pull and shell the peas, and fold the clothes, as she was fond of doing ; and surely mother could please herself, and do what she chose, else where was the good of her being married to father, a rich man, Eppie would like to know ? Why, mother would feel quite lonesome and eerie in a great big house like Drysdale Hall, though Tarn and Clary were both ' to the fore.' Little good they were — Tarn buried in his books and papers, and Clary away with her grand friends. Mother must have her silly little daughter Eppie to sit and sew beside her, and get her to tell stories about the sewing-school and the 7—2 ioo SAINT MUNGOS CITY. singing-school mother attended when she was young ; and how she had sold her mother's butter and cheese so well that she had been granted a quarter at the dress- making, where she had been clever, and picked up enough of the trade to make all Tarn and Clary's frocks when the children were little, which was more than Clary, with her accomplishments, could do for her- self, now that she was big. Eppie did not hesitate to assert that she would rather learn dressmaking from mother, and perhaps some day make a gown which mother herself would be proud to wear, and to say, ' My daughter Eppie made it for me,' than jabber all the French which mademoiselle could stuff into her. For Eppie had possessed governesses, both native and foreign, and it was from no want of such polite literature as the}' could im- part that she had developed an out-of-date rusticity and homeliness. In the end, Eppie's own strenuous, in- TAM DRYSDALE AT DRYSDALE HALL. 101 dignant, tender will, coinciding with her parents' secret strong inclinations, carried the day against the wishes of ' Madam,' as Eppie and her mother — the latter with bated breath and sundry twinges of her tender conscience and pricks of her soft heart — were sometimes driven to call Clary. CHAPTER VI. MOKE OF THE DRYSDALES. So Eppie was at home, to run out, in sweet rivalry with her mother, to claim her father's first look and word. ' Oh, father, I'm so glad you've come ! I've been wanting you this whole afternoon. Dr. Peter and Athole have been here, and they can give me one of their Newfound- land pups ; and will you walk over with me, after dinner, and fetch it, for mother cannot leave the house, in case the Carricks should call, and Tarn will come in ower late, and be cross-tired ? And, oh, father, how long has " "White Breeks ' taken to do the road to-day ? Simpson — now, Simpson, you need not make a face, I'm not going to MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 103 say any ill, and you know that you said he would beat Dr. Peter's " Lady Fair/ if you, father, would only let Simpson lick aff the bairns, when they hang on behind, at the Birlie Brae/ ' And how would you like your licks yourself?' demanded her father, with an assumption of grave reproach. ' Was that the way I brocht up my last little girl ?' ' Well, but I would not lick them sore, father/ explained Eppie, in earnest good faith ; ■ only such a skelp [slap] as I would not have minded taking myself. But you will walk over to Barley Eiggs with me for the pup ?' ' Bairn, your father will be tired/ remon- strated her mother. ' The pup and you can bide a night apart, sewerly/ with the little mincing pronunciation which served as the queerest finish to her broad speech. ' Oh ! if father is tired, I can wait ; I'll not mind the pup,' said Eppie heroically, without being able to carry out the heroism 104 SAINT MUNG O'S CITY. effectually, so as to conceal that the twelve hours' delay in the appropriation of the puppy would be as twelve years to her. Tarn could not keep up the joke to the hurting of his favourite. ' Feint a hair am I tired V he exclaimed triumphantly ; ' I could walk to Glasgy, let alone to Barley Biggs. But I'm think- ing, my lassie,' he added more seriously, surveying his daughter, while Simpson drove away with the dogcart, and the family group were left on the terrace, 1 you've little need of a towsy tyke [rough dog] to set you an example in rouchness ; you're more like a Newfoundland dug your- self than a young leddy, sitting with your hands in your lap in your mammaw's drawing-room.' In truth, Eppie's silky black hair, at which her father glanced with mingled ad- miration and disapprobation, was more after the fashion of a furze-bush than even the style of the day required. Her thin pink MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 105 gown, designed to replace her morning- gown with something more akin to evening- dress, was decidedly creased and tumbled, and two neglected ends of white tape were straying disconsolately down from her waist behind. Eppie looked only a little abashed, how- ever, as she made two conscious clutches at the ends of the tape. ' It's just my strings that I've forgotten. Why should a lassie have strings as well as hooks and eyes to fasten ? I believe dress- makers send them on purpose to plague their customers and make life a burden to them. I was in a hurry in case you should be back before I was ready. No, -mother, I had not Nicol to look after me. Do you not mind she was dressing Clary for the first tennis-party this year ? I do not care for tennis, with young ladies and gentlemen running about flourishing bats and keppin' [catching] balls, but never forgetting their steps and their carriages ; and I know 106 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. young Tarn hates the whole thing as much as I do. I used to like croquet when I was little, and you and father came out and played too, and helped me through the girds [hoops]. I have been giving wee Willie Finlay such a grand jow [swing] in the jow father put up for me lang syne, between the saughs at the end of the osier-beds/ ' But, my lamb, you're getting ower big for a jow,' her mother remonstrated gently ; • and Willie Finlay 's an impident little sorry, to let you jow him,' with a quick flash of indignation—' the manager's wean, and you the maister's dochter !' for the worthy woman was by no means without the sensi- tive feelings of the employe who has become the employer, especially where her children were concerned. 1 Mother, you've forgotten,' said Eppi<\ with soft reproach, and a shade of gravity en her round rosy face. * Poor Willie is as deaf as a horn, and cannot play with the other bairns.' MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 107 ' No doubt the little chappie's afflicted,' granted Mrs. Drysdale relentingly, ' and you may send him in to Wood or me for a jelly-piece whenever you like ; but it's time you let j owing alane.' ' Why, mother, I'm just sixteen,' pro- tested Eppie in her turn, with a swift resumption of her light-hearted gaiety : ' I have heard you say that you and my aunties had a jow fixed between two of grand- father's stacks, and that many a time when you had gone out to play hide-and-seek in the gioamin', father here would give you the best jow you ever had, till grandmother called you in to your supper.' ' Bairn, it's not canny to tell you tales/ said Mrs. Drysdale, with one of her old bright coy blushes. ' Manners have changed since then,' she said, seeking to dismiss the subject, with a disturbed sense of how it would sound to Clary, her own eyes glisten- ing at the same'Cime at the remembrance of the innocent ' daffing,' which was so much 108 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. freer and merrier than anything she saw now among young people — some of them doucer and more doleful than their elders. But Tarn Drysdale struck in, inspired by the recollection : ' Weel do I mind it, Eppie, my doo [dove] ; many a brave jow I gave her, with- out her saying so much as " hooly ' [stop]. If the coast were clear and the rope stout enough, I would give you both a fine jow, though mother there is not so licht as she was in the auld days.' ( Fie for shame, Tarn !' cried Mrs. Drys- dale, as the other Eppie laughed in high glee ; ' you maun be daft to speak such nonsense. What would Clary think, and poor young Tain, who is so solid, if they heard you ? What would the maids and the men, and Sir Jeames and my leddy say, forbye Cap- tain Mackinnon, who is in the same regi- ment as young Semple, and is paying a visit to Semple Barns — no less ?' 1 I do not care a bawbee what any of MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 109 them say, if I am doing no harm,' main- tained Tarn stoutly. ' I may surely give my ain wife a jow or a kiss — it's a' ane which — if it pleases me, an' hip ower what the world says about it. But it's true, mother, we're growing ower auld for play ; we had better leave it to the young anes, if they were but as spunky [spirited] and blithe as we were a score of years syne. Are you two women to keep me waiting here all night ? Do you know I'm as hungry as a hawk, and I'm to sort myself before the gong sounds ?' Eppie and her mother retreated obe- diently to the drawing-room — an apartment gorgeous in satin damask, ebony, gilding, mirrors, and china — which Clary had striven in vain to subdue according to the Queen Anne standard. The redeeming fea- tures of the room were its good pictures — several landscapes of the last schools — - French and Belgian, as well as English and Scotch — in addition to a presentable family 1 1 o SAINT MUNG 0\S C/T) '. group, taken by a clever artist when the children were still young, and an abundance of flowers, of which both the Eppies were very fond. Claribel was absent ; young Tam did not make his appearance till the last clash of the gong. He had inherited the good looks of both father and mother on a larger scale. He was a big, bearded fellow of three-and- twenty, with his father's square forehead and massive face, and his mother's brown eyes. But there the resemblance ceased. There was either a load of care or a burden of discontent, or both, in his low knit brows and the drooping corners of his mouth. For whatever reason, he was at war with him- self and with his world. He looked even as if he had dressed against his will, and with some scorn for the operation. He ate sparingly, and as it were with reluctance and self-disgust, of the plainest food that was to be had at the sumptuously provided table. He drank nothing save water. He MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. in hardly joined in the conversation, answering briefly the observations addressed to him. He either bestowed no attention on Eppie's liveliest sallies, or repulsed them with pained sharpness — a treatment which she requited by not minding it. Withal there was a determined gravity approaching to solemnity, and a certain self-consciousness about young Tarn, which did not imply that he was not in earnest ; it simply hinted that without knowing it he was playing a part, and however worried and perplexed, was receiving considerable high-flown, melancholy satisfaction from the sense of an heroic performance. His whole aspect belonged to his age, and could hardly have existed at any other stage of existence. It had an aroma of exaltation and self- martyrdom about it, which had its comical side for those who could see it. Unfortunately the audience were blinded. They did not understand the phenomenon with which they had not before come in 1 1 2 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. contact, and it affected them too nearly for them to measure it correctly. The young man withdrew on the earliest opportunity, muttering an excuse about a lecture he had to prepare. * That fellow gets worse and worse every day/ said Tarn Drysdale, holding up his glass of port and staring into it as the door closed on his son. The elder man spoke with a mixture of gloom, displeasure, and wounded feeling, which, unhappily, is a tone not altogether new or strange to fathers. * What would he have ? What would he be at ? One would think he has all that the heart of a young man could desire, if he would only see it. A fell difference in what I had to do and to bear when I was his age. No choice of dishes for me to despise. No wine standing untouched at my elbow. By George ! I was glad of a whang of bread and cheese, and my pull at n jug of sma'-beer to wash it down, many a day ; or I went without, hungry and dry, MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 113 till I could pay my way, and lay by a penny to rise in the warld, provide for a family, buy back the auld place, and make my own out of it, as I have done. No turning up my nose at gude victuals, preferring the worse to the better, and turning upon my heel like a lord — or an ass/ ended Tarn, with a snort of resentment. ' His books and his lectures/ he began again, with strong disdain. ' Is the lad never to have done with his edication ? I have not grudged it to him. I could call the whole town of Glasgy to witness that he has got the best I could find for him at home and abroad, and welcome. But what is he the better for it? In my day a man was fain to be out of his 'prenticeship and start as a journeyman, once and for all. But Maister Tarn, there, seems willing to- bide in his 'prenticeship till he's grey-headed, and what he's to do then I'm not likely to see. He's such a clever hair-splitter that he can't make up his mind. Well, he is a bauld vol. 1. 8 ii 4 SAINT MUNG 0\S CITY. beggar ! As fine a business as any of its kind in Glasgy, ready-made to his hand, and he stands aside and casts laiths [corn] at it. Ah ! if I had gotten the tenth part of his chances V he finished, with angry em- phasis. His wife and daughter were listening in respectful silence — not awed, but daunted, as the kindest of men will daunt his woman- kind, when the men begin, in contrast to their usual indulgence, to launch vials of wrath at domestic grievances. ' Maybe, Tarn, you were better without the chances,' his wife ventured at last to say mildly. * It's finer to win your success than to have it gifted to you. The gift maun have its drawbacks and temptations. It's just that our Tarn, poor chiel, has ower kind a heart and tender a conscience. He's no easy about the rich and the poor, though I'm clear the Bible owns them baith. He cannot bide that the one should be so well aff and the other perishing for lack of MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 115 the necessaries of life, though there does seem a needcessity for the inequality. Yet it whiles troubles rue mysel' that we should be sitting here, not to say aboon the danger of want, but with our wines and wa'nuts, hiz that were not bred to anything great, and folk we have kenned not worse than ourselves, maybe a hantle better, and used to different treatment, are ill aff, and trem- bling for what's to come/ ' We're not here to mend the whole economy of things,' said Tarn gruffly. ' We can but make the best of what we find, and well for us if we do as much.' ' Folk did not ask so many questions when we were young,' poor Mrs. Drysdale went on, with what was in fact a crafty de- fence of her son. ' The most feck had not the time, if they had been gude enough to have had the will. You need not screw your face,' a little angrily. ' Our lad is gude — we may be thankful for that, Tarn Drysdale ; no just decent outwardly, but gude at the 8—2 u6 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. heart, for as little as his father thinks of it. It is his gudeness partly that torments him. I could trust him far and near. I maist think/ with a sigh, ' that though it would have been a sore wrench, and it is hard for you, poor auld lad, that your son you thought so muckle of should not consort with you and succeed you in the works and the Hall here, that you've wrocht so hard to bring to perfection — it would have been better, since you twa are not like to agree, to have let young Tarn go out to Australia as he had a mind to do.' * And what would he have done there, I should like to know ?' inquired Tarn con- temptuously. * I have yet to learn that Australia, though it offers an opening for shepherds and blacksmiths, has a market for book-learning/ Mrs. Drysdale held up her head. There was a crimson spot on each cheek, and she ceased to mince her words. No one — not even his father — should sneer at her son in MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 117 her hearing, and she not speak up for her bairn. ' He could fecht his way as well as anither. He's young and strong, has wit, and is as steady as a rock, and can thole [endure] like his neighbours. None could tant him there with the fine chances and the dainty faring that he flings awa' — not because he's saucy, but because he thinks shame to take what he has ne'er earned, when he kens there are hard-working men fain to be content with a soup of thin kail or a bit of fat pork, a crust of dry bread or a cauld potatie at mony a meal. There may be mair britherliness — were it but of hardship — out yonder ; and it might help him to be at peace with God and man — my braw lad !' 1 And what does your son think himser ?' retorted Tarn, in the irony of the question disowning his relationship to the culprit ; ' that he is to redress the wrongs of the world, and flee in the face of his Maker ? I'll tell you what : he must have consorted n8 SAINT M UNCO'S CITY. at his colleges — I wish he had never seen their faces — with a pack of blackguaird demagogues and democrats that never earned an honest penny, and so cannot bear to see a decent man enjoy what he has striven and spared for, but would take it from him, or by their tales go share and share alike — a grand piece of generosity with another man's goods — whenever they had the luck. I've always had my doubts of your superfine friends of their kind, that ken a lot better and are a deal more dis- interested than ordinary mortals. Trust me, that those extraordinary gentlemen will come out at the tail of the cart, morals and all, before they have done.' ' Oh, Tarn ! you're ne'er evening young Tarn, your ain flesh and blude, to such gentry V cried Mrs Drysdale, ready to break down in her distress. Then young Eppie, having finished her grapes, put her oar into the entangle- ment. She had been a spoilt child, accus- MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 119 tomed to give her opinion, and it was seldom that she remained so long silent in any discussion between her father and mother when she was present. 1 If I were you, father, I would let young Tarn alone, and take no notice of his strum. He always comes round sooner to what I want, if I just let him alone/ ' Hold your tongue this moment, Eppie !' exclaimed her father with unwonted asperity, for he could not bear even his favourite daughter to interfere between him and his son. ' "What does a bairn like you ken 0' such matters ? It is true what Clary says, that you're ower forward in some things and ower backward in others/ ' Oh ! if it's Clary I'm to please, and if it is her word that is to be taken for what I ought to say or do ' protested Eppie, with a lump in her throat that prevented her from speaking further. ' Tarn, you've hurt the bairn. I do not know what has come ower you,' said Mrs. i2o SAINT MUNGGS CITY. Drysdale reproachfully, turning again upon her husband. i What harm has she done ? Is it so great an offence that she should speak up for her brither ? You let her have her head out the one moment, and you curb her the next. What justice is there in that ? Yet you men pretend to be sae just !' with a fine scorn that sat as strangely on her as wrath on a mother-hen. Thus sat upon on all sides, Tain Drysdale began to find himself in the wrong, and to give way. ' I did not mean ' he said, growing abashed before his wife and daughter ; but before he could get any further, Eppie sprang from her seat and flung her arms round his neck. She could no more bear to hear her father reflected upon — and it was all the worse that it should be on her account — than her mother could stand an attack upon young Tarn. ' Say what you like, father; scold me if MORE OF THE DR YSDALES. 1 2 1 you please ; who has so good a right ? You have been ower kind to your youngest lassie, and to us all. Tain will not be the last to see that, some day. But I did not mean to be forward ; only I thought I would like to tell you how I managed Tarn.' ' Managed him, you gipsy ! you'll be managing me next,' protested the head of the house ; but it was said fondly, harmony was restored, and the bone of contention dropped. In the course of the evening, when after all Eppie and her father did not go to Barley Biggs — for the engagement slipped out of his mind, and, at a hint from her mother, Eppie docilely let it go — Claribel came in from her tennis-party, which had merged into a dinner. A dinner- dress had been sent to her, the carriage had followed the dress, and she returned in it in full array, and joined the others for half- an - hour. She was a decidedly handsome young woman to those who put full weight 122 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. on a tall, broad-shouldered figure, regular if somewhat strongly-marked features, and a neck and arms like alabaster. There was also something in the girl's expression that recommended itself to many people — not without reason — something resolute and fearless. There was nothing weak, nothing in keeping with her sentimental Christian name, which, to tell the truth, Mrs. Drysdale, in the dawn of the family prosperity, had borrowed from the title- page of a sheet of music. Claribel knew her own mind, and obeyed its dictates without hesitation. There was an absence of anything either faltering or paltering, un- stable or underhand, about her. She was a person to be comfortably relied upon, so far as she went. Claribel Drysdale was a year younger than her brother, and six years older than her sister. She had prized the worldly advantages which were hers as highly as her father or mother could prize them, and MORE OF THE DRY SD ALES. 123 a she had never had any warring inclinations or lingering first loves to dispute the sway. She had made the best of being a handsome girl, and a rich and popular man's daughter, in a society of wealthy and pleasure-loving people. She had young-ladied it as a man might lord it, with all her heart and soul, not so much arrogantly as with an agree- able forgetfulness of any other state of being. She had been incapable of being deliber- ately unkind or unfeeling, but she had been full of herself and the good time she had of it, her dress, her jewels — many and costly to belong to a young girl — her horses ; the dances, dinners, and picnics in which she joined ; the plays, operas, charity bazaars and sermons at which she figured, to the exclusion of all besides. But this was only a stage in Claribers existence ; as she had soon grown up, so she had soon passed beyond her earliest de- velopment. She had quickly grown dis- satisfied with the fruits of mere wealth, and i2 4 SAINT MUXGOS CITY. taken to the products of rank and genera- tions of culture instead. She had inherited her father's respect for real ladies and gentlemen, without his contented hopeless- ness of ever attaining to their merits. Nothing was beyond Claribel Drysdale's ambition, and the neighbourhood and friend- ship of Lady Semple afforded her an open- ing for gratifying her tastes. Beyond this she was, as her father said, ' not minding.' She had the grace not to interfere much with the others, unless on Eppie's behalf. She left young Tarn to his ' Radical fads,' contented that time would cure him of them. She swallowed down lightly, with no more than a slight grimace at times, the discrepancies, which no one saw more keenly than she did, between her father and mother and the style in which they lived. If she did not show great filial respect and regard, and never dreamt of rushing out to meet her father, or being never so happy as when she MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 125 was with her mother, like Eppie, Claribel did not fail signally in her duty and affec- tion to her elders. She behaved with proper deference, and acted with far more philosophy and apparent good-humour than her brother, young Tarn, displayed. Fine feathers were not wanting to set off a fine bird. Miss Drysdale, of Drysdale Hall, was too well instructed and paid too much heed to details — for she was one of those strong women, wise in their genera- tion, who never neglect a detail — to dress for dinner as she would have dressed for a ball. But while she complied with estab- lished rules and stopped short at the appointed limits, she gratified her natural liking for what was not so much soft or bright, elegant or exquisite, as for what w T as rich and magnificent. Claribel wore a pale moire, with lace trimmings and such a set of coral as a countess might have envied. She was quite a splendid figure in her shimmering silk and red and gold necklace, 1 2 6 SAINT MUNG O'S CITY. as she presented herself without her opera- cloak in the drawing-room, where Eppie was initiating her mother into the mysteries of ' bezique ' to replace ' birkie ' and ' catch-the-ten/ coming in natural succes- sion, which the two had played together, of an evening, ever since the younger Eppie w T as old enough to hold a card, while Tarn Drysdale read his newspaper. It was comprehensible that the father and mother should look with pride on such a daughter, that even Eppie, whose bright eyes were more critical, should bestow her meed of approval on her sister. Here was something to show for the parents' pains that was not to be found in young Tarn, though the lad was a scholar, and out of the ruck of ordinary young men. Here was a more satisfactory conclusion, if it were a conclusion ; neither was the satisfac- tion fatally qualified. True, as a rule, Mrs. Drysdale was not quite at ease before her elder daughter ; less MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 127 so than before her son, who seemed to he above noticing trifles. Even Tarn senior, though too manly and too much of a philo- sopher in his way to have any serious apprehensions of what Clary might think of his sayings and doings, was troubled with an amount of respectful consideration for her which on special occasions was apt to hamper him in her company. But the effect she produced on her father and mother was rather the result of the working of their minds than of hers. Claribel was reasonably good-natured. She had a general friendly, if somewhat conde- scending, wish to have her family share in her pleasures, though they could not always comprehend them. She was a fair talker, when she was disposed to talk, and as she sat discoursing lightly on the company she had just quitted, indicating the individuali- ties of its different members, touching upon their eccentricities, here and there mimick- iug, not very maliciously, their defects — 128 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. how Mr. Muir stumped about as he walked ; the constant use Sir James made of the epithet * ridiklous ;' the manner in which Colin Hunter contrived to look past the cpergne at Mary Campbell — though the gossip was superficial, sometimes a little hard and caustic, never indicative of height or depth or fine sensitiveness, beyond dis- pute it was entertaining. * And what did you think of Captain Mackinnon, Clary ? "What was he like ? I mind well his father was master of the Haugh when your father came back here and brought me with him. I mind his mither too. She died when he was born, poor woman ! They said she had murned for want of a bairn, and she laid down her life for this one/ said Mrs. Drysdale com- passionately. * If you mind Gavin Mackinnon,' said Tam, ' you mind a feckless, incapable man ; a sort of fellow with a grand manner and big words, if that were enough.' MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 129 ' Well, his son is not like him,' said Claribel, with a laugh. ' He is too lazy, and has too much "pride that apes humility." I dare say he's not a bad sort of young man. Dick Semple seems to have a regard for him, and Lady Semple says he is the tamest cat she ever had about the house. The last curate did not efface himself half so effectually. Only it is not modesty in this case ; it is pride and poverty. He has not a captain's commission, mother ; he is only a lieutenant yet, like Dick Semple — a rank which does not count.' ' What do they call him, then ?' inquired Mrs. Drysdale ; ' an offisher used to be muckle thought of in Glasgy, and the power to put Captain or Major or even Lieutenant before the name was prized next to the uniform.' 1 Uniform has become mufti/ said Clary, * and is only worn on parade ; and lieu- tenants have disappeared, unless in the Gazette. They have fallen back among the vol. 1. 9 i 3 o SAINT MUNG as CITY. civilians, and are heard of only as plain Mr. Semple, or Mr. Mackinnon.' ' Keep me ! I would have thought I had been insulting the lads if I had not given them all their honours,' said Mrs. Drysdale, musing upon what would have been the consequence of the two young gentlemen's calling at Drysdale Hall, while she had laboured under such a mistaken impression. ' They get honour enough,' said Tarn, * even without their uniform and the handles to -their names. All the silly lads and lasses — and aulder folks that should know better — are fain to run after them, because the trade of war is genteel, and a prince may be a cornet, or whatever you like to call him.' ' But you like to read about battles, father,' interposed Eppie, ' and you've helped at the presentations of swords to officers.' ' Of course, my lass, of course. The wabster [weaver] and the dyer in the MORE OF THE DRYSDALES. 131 wabster's train, could not weel do without the warrior, and there's many a good sodger come from Glasgy, forbye Lord Clyde and Sir John Moore. But the warrior must be the genuine article, and not a carpet knight, like a good wheen of the soldiers we see in the piping times of peace — the heroes of Glasgy drawing-rooms. The worst of it is that some of the puppies look down on their entertainers, laugh at them to their faces, and would give them the cauld shoulder any day if they met them at Semple Barns, or Pollock, or Blantyre/ ' Mr. Mackinnon could not very well do that, father, with his father before you in the works here,' remarked Clary carelessly ; * neither would he if he could — he is too much of a gentleman. All the same, I think his mother will be the only woman to die for Mr. Eneas Mackinnon, which is but fair, since if the role were reversed I do not believe he would take the trouble of dying for any woman under the sun.' 9—2 132 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. Clary had not heard of the old aunts in St. Mungo's Square, and she was an enter- taining young woman when she was in glib speech. She promised to be as great a social success as any woman could aspire to be ; while her brother Tarn, in his own room, engaged in reading up for one of the lectures which would come to nothing, threatened to be as great a social failure. CHAPTEE VII. R0RY OF THE SHELTIES. The Broomielaw has not borne a broom ' cow' for many a year. ' Ane little quay' has gradually extended to a long line of wharves, where traffic reigns. Warehouses abound with goods from the four quarters of the globe, shops with a seafaring flavour, though the sea is not at hand, and they deal in the common necessaries of shore life ; the homely dwellings of these humbler shop- keepers, sailors' lodging-houses, commercial hotels, look down upon the busy thorough- fare and the river highway. Among the crowd of shipping, steam- boats, multiplied mightily since Henry Bell's little Comet plied between Glasgow and 134 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. Greenock, and was the wonder of the day — arrive at all hours at the Broomielaw. Many of them are Highland boats from 1 Glasgow down the water/ the villa settle- ments that fringe the Clyde and the lochs. And far beyond the islands that begin with Bute and Arran is a Scotch archipelago — shaggy, heathery, rocky, castle-crowned here and there, guarded by savage moun- tains and wild sounds. That is the region of green Morven near thunder-haunted Knapdale, pillared Staffa, sacred Iona, lonely Barra and Canna, and the primitive, deso- late Western Hebrides, in which Stornoway ranks as a big town. The communication between all these places and the more civilized south is by water, and mainly by steamboat. The pas- sengers and the cargo in these Highland boats, when the first do not consist of enter- prising English and American tourists, and the second of their baggage, are sometimes strange enough, but they are sufficiently RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 135 common in that quarter of the world to attract little attention. Besides, people are too much engrossed with their own affairs to have notice to spare for those of their neighbours. Thus nobody looked and nobody cared, when, on a rainy April after- noon, an odd figure stepped out of one of the boats that touched at some of the farthest- off islands, shook himself, clutched an ancient knapsack that might have seen service in the Peninsular War, and stumbled along, casting wary glances out of the red- lashed eyes, right and left, like a spy re- connoitring a new country. The stranger was a man a little over thirty, weather-beaten, and with the sham- bling gait that often accompanies a defective intellect, which makes up in cunning what it lacks in strength. The Highlander did not wear the kilt, which he perhaps regarded as inappropriate in the low country. He had compounded with the claims of the Sassenach in his own territory, by assuming 1 36 SAINT MUNGOS C1T \ \ one of his few remaining articles of dress — a pair of tartan trews, in which the greens and reds were faded into sickly olives and dingy browns. With these he had on a little tartan coat originally made for a much smaller man, so that the waist was between his shoulders, and the sleeves ended not far below his elbows. The dress was completed by a Glengarry of the same set, perched on the wearer's shock head of red hair. His face was as ugly as a ferret complexion, high cheek bones, a wide mouth twisted slightly to one side, and the longest chin on record, could make it. But in the middle of this man's ugliness and the guile which blinked out of his eyes, there was a strain of simplicity and patience in the whole aspect of the creature. There was also a manifest determination not to betray any surprise at whatever he might see, but to affect that his native clachan was as fine a place as Glasgow any day. He glanced at the long lines of houses that RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 137 opened from the quay, and betrayed, by the blankness of his gaze, that he did not ex- pect to see a living soul he knew, amongst the thousands in the great city. He in- stinctively turned his eyes from the eating- houses and provision-shops, conveying a suspicion that he was both hungry and thirsty, but dare not indulge in a superero- gatory meal, till he had ascertained where he should find and what he should pay for the cheapest and humblest of suppers and beds. He wandered along Clyde Street, not caring to ask his way, past the old Gaol, giving a doubtful, almost timorous look at its sombre exterior, and came out upon the Green — the glory of East-End Glasgow. If the Earl of Moray were to see it now, would he know it to be the same Green on which he encamped his army before he crossed the river to win, under Mary's despairing eyes, the battle of Langside ? Would Prince Charlie recognise the spot where he reviewed i 3 3 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. his Highlanders on their return from Derby, after their rags had been exchanged for the twelve thousand linen shirts, the six thou- sand cloth coats, and the thousand blue bonnets required by the rebels from the Whig town which flourished by the preaching of the Word ? Even the Chartists, who not more than thirty years ago gathered there, ten thousand strong, with wolfish famine-pinched faces and bony hands, brandishing the iron bars torn from the railing, or the guns snatched from the locksmiths, would not have felt themselves at home on the smooth turf, amidst the flower-beds, resting on the seats provided for w r ayfarers, gazing their fill at the water which, though it is less clear than when Moray and Prince Charlie crossed it, is still dear to the born and bred Glaswegian. Kory of the Shelties, who had travelled all the way from the farther Uist, where he had left his charge of rough ponies behind him, was much puzzled by the RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 139 Green. He thought he had strayed into some gentleman's grounds, and with due consideration for the gloomy building he had passed near the entrance, he behaved himself most gingerly, and sought anxiously for the nearest mode of exit. Then he remarked the style of the occupants of some of the benches, and proceeded far enough to come on the spot set aside for the operation of carpet-beating, which was going on briskly ; and even his dull brain took in the conception that those fine walks were somehow free after the fashion of his own bare hills, and that he might, without fear of being called to order, sit down, as he could not do in the street, and consider what should be his next movement. Kory dropped promiscuously on a seat, and stared rather vacantly at an empty and stationary merry-go-round, which waited for the Fair, to revolve with a noisy load. Eory had never seen anything like it before, and was inclined to think it was i 4 o SAINT MUXGOS CITY. some new-fangled threshing mill, though why put down so far from any trace of a farm, he could not pretend to say. The only sign he had given that he observed a fellow-sitter near him, was his clutching more tightly his old knapsack. Rory's neighbour was an aged man with a nut-cracker face, and his fustians so clean as to suggest an infirmary or a poorhouse, or at least that their wearer was beyond work, with possibly a notable wife or daughter who took pride in the respecta- bility of a well- washed and whole, though patched, suit for the ' man body ' of the house. But if the bent body and feeble, wrinkled hands, grasping and sustaining themselves on a blackthorn stick, were beyond labour, the bleared eyes were not be- yond observation or the tongue seen between the shrivelled lips and nearly toothless jaws destitute of the power of wagging whenever the opportunity of ' a crack ' presented itself. With a little cough by way of intro- RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 141 duction, the patriarch began the conversation most affably : 'Frien', I'm no a Gaelishioner myself; but my faither's auntie married a Dumbarton chap, so that I've cousins on the edge of the Hielants. But you maybe canna speak the English ?' he interrupted himself to ask, led to do it by the stony suspicious look of the new-comer in return for his politeness. 'Ye're wrang there,' said Eory half- haughtily, half with a childish satisfaction ; ' I have the English.' ' That's lucky, for the Gaelic is deein' oot, though there's mony a Hielant man an' woman that could understand you in your ain tongue in the Sautmarket or the Gal- lowgate ; still, ye ken, ye michtna licht on them without a deeficulty.' ' I telled ye I had the English,' said the stranger, with dry offence in his tones. ' Weel, I said the better aff ye were the day,' returned the other, declining to be 142 SAINT MUNGCtS CITY. offended in turn, or held at arm's length. 1 Ye'll hae come for the hairst ? but ye 're fu' soon, Tonalt.' * My name's not Tonalt,' snarled the Highlander ; ' and I'm not for the hairst.' 1 Ye'll be seeking a porter's job ? that's aye in season,' persisted the untroubled questioner. ' There was a rowth [plenty] o' Hielant porters when I was a young lad ; but we haena so mony now. We rear a breed o' oor ain, I'm thinking;' and he finished by a cackling laugh. Rory glared at his tormentor. ' I'm no a porter any more than a shearer,' he spluttered indignantly. 'You'll ask, perhaps, if I'm a beggar-man next. "When I'm at home I'm Rory o' the Shel- ties, no less, to Maclean of Cairnbreck; and I'm come to Glasgy on my ain private business.' 1 I wish it may thrive,' said the old man, still with a suspicion of mischief and mockery in his words. ' Is it with the RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 143 Lord Provost, or ony of the great ship- builders or boilermakers ? I was an engineer aince on a time mysel', my lad ; and I could work long hours at a stretch when orders were thrang and men scarce. Whiles, as I sit here doing naething, a dream comes ower me, and I hear the rattle of the locomotives, and the whiz of the steam-valves, and the swing and ring of the hammers, and it's like the sweetest music I ever heard. But it never comes to you, man, I see by your face.' His own old face, which had lighted up, lost its faint glow, and the former monkey-like mischief hovered again about its lines and furrows. ' Your erran' maun be to the sugar-trade or the cotton-mills, or aiblins to the whisky-shops to spier whether Camp- belton or Glenlivat's maist in favour.' Eory hunched rather than shrugged his shoulders, then suddenly rose up and walked away, lugging his knapsack. ' I think he has his fortune in that bit 144 SAINT MUNG OS CITY. boxie,' reflected the humble student of man- kind sardonically, * but I jalouse he's no better than a born natural. However, I maun hame to Jenny for my fower-hours, and syne it will be time for my bed/ Eory quitted the Green, where, in place of an inspiration coming to him, he had been badgered by an impertinent fool, old enough to be his grandfather — as old as his grandmother Morag when she left him the kit and the treasure which was to make his fortune. It was not his fortune yet which he carried in the soldier's kit that might have been at the wars with some old Mac- lean, it was only the materials of which that fortune was to be made. He strayed up the Saltmarket and got into the Gallowgate. There, in the dirt and din and crush, he saw an occasional man with a Glengarry, or a bareheaded woman with a tartan plaid over her head, or round her shoulders, frequently binding a child to her — Highland fashion. The RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 145 sight bore out the statement of Bory's single acquaintance in Glasgow, that here were countrymen and women who might listen to his story and take an interest in his fortunes. But the stranger was bent on keeping his secret as far as he could, lest the sharers in it should steal a march on him and rob him of its price. As he wandered on, he noticed, side by side with the whisky-shops of which he had been told, so many milk-shops and dairies, that the days when the Cowcaddens received its name might have returned, and Glasgow again have had its staple article of produce in the milk which the students at the college and the brethren in the religious houses consumed. It might be the most baseless scandal that mountain- dew flowed freely there, and as many crowns were cracked on Saturday night as in any city in the kingdom ; while luckless wights, boasting that the moon would ' bide a wee,' before she served as their lantern vol. 1. 10 146 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. to guide them home, staggered blindly into the brimming Clyde, and the waters closed sullenly over human loves and hates, hop and fears. At the most crowded and noisy crossing, where waggons, carts and barrows, and a stray cab or two were in lively contest with the pedestrians, Rory was unexpectedly brought up by one of the women who still retained the tartan screen — though no longer the honourable curch of old custom : ' "What pairt of the country are ye frae ? It'll no be Ballachulish ? Ye'll no ken M'Leish — the auld sodger wi' the wudden leg up at the big hoose, ye ken ?' She put her questions in rapid succession, with- out waiting for a separate answer, till she had opened out the whole budget. Rory, who was taken aback, while he was now both tired and faint in the un- accustomed scene, stared at her in silence with a dazed look. She was untidy, but not sordid or wretched in her dross. There RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 147 was a certain lingering comeliness and kindly impulsiveness in her middle-aged face, though the lines had worn stronger, and the fresh colour grown mottled and hard. She broke the silence by a laugh at herself, in which there was no bitterness. ' I'm an auld fule,' she said. ' I daur say ye never heard of Ballachulish or Col M'Leish — that's the uncle who was gude to me when I was a mitherless bairn with a randy of a stepmother. I'll no say she had nocht to complain 0' though, for I've grown a hantle wiser since I had a man and bairns of my ain. But, eh, I wuss I could hear tell 0' the auld man, gin he be in the land of the living yet, and how he's farin\ They would mind his comforts up at the big hoose ; but maybe, ye see, they're a' gane too. My man winna let me write — no that I'm a scholar, but I micht manage a scrape 0' the pen — only he threeps insists] I micht bring a burden upon myseF and him, and there's seven mooths 10—2 1 48 SAINT MUNG OS CIT I : 0' bairns to fill, and the farther he wull gang on the strike, though I were to lay the hairs o' my head aneath his feet to prevent it. I'm aye speerin' and speerin' whenever I can get the chance, but I never hear a word/ The speaker bestowed her confidence with the utmost candour on the bewildered listener, who had enough to do to protect himself and his knapsack from the jostling occasioned by the two stopping the way. ' Losh ! man, can ye no speak ?' she asked in sudden surprise, not unmingled with consternation. ' You're a Hielanter, by the cut 0' ye. It is mony a day since I ran awa' from Ballachulish, and my tongue has lost the Gaelic ; but my ears can tak' it in yet, gin it's yeer only speech.' ' No,' said Rory, piqued once more by not getting credit for the education he had acquired ; ' I have the English as well as any man in North Uist. But I div not know Ballachulish or any M'Leish, and RORY OF THE SHELT1ES. 149 ray head is bizzin' a bit, what with comin' aff the water and this confounded whirl.' 1 Puir chiel !' said the good-natured woman, with a quick change to patronizing pity in her accent, ' yell be strange to a muckle toon. I mind the feeling mysel'. Hae ye ony acquaintance here, or ony hole to gang to ? If ye like, ye can come my gate — I live in the next street — and have a bite, till ye see what ye're to do. Anclry Sed — that's my man — canna find fautwi' a ca', forbye he's no athame at this hour. Noo when I think o't, ye'll meet anither lad frae the hills, a ludger we've had for as gude as a week ; but he's bund for his maister's place the morn. He's weel-to-do, a credit to the North ; he's at the head of the kennels at Semple Barns — no less !' Roaming at random as he was in the deafening smothering city, without a clue to his object, Eory could not resist the frank invitation, though he was not guilt- i 5 o SAINT MUNGOS CITY. less of a suspicion that his countrywoman had penetrated somehow into the bowels of his knapsack, and was cherishing insidious designs upon its contents. Mrs. Seel or Seth's house made up in heartiness and ease for what it lacked in dignity and refinement. That wet blanket, her Lowland husband, did not turn up to extinguish her Celtic hospitality. The bairns were at school or at their various trades, and so were not in the way to en- gross their mother's energies. The * ludger,' a profitable guest, crammed into a space cleared out for him, gave himself no airs, though he had attained the high degree of being the supreme authority over the dogs at Semple Barns. He was pleased with himself and with the world — this strapping, black (instead of red) headed, kilted man, an effusive, gossiping Highlander, a male example of the type to which Mrs. Seth belonged, with the same inclination to find his heart warm to any ' John Hielantman,' RORY OF THE SHEL TIES. 1 5 1 the rawer the better, whom he met among the crowds in the Low country. Under these benign influences, including whangs of a goat-milk kebbock, a ' stack' of oat-cakes, a newly-baked loaf, a couple of bottles of ale, and sundry tastings of the peat-reekiest whisky, Rory thawed per- ceptibly. He did not yet tell his errand, but he began to throw out dark hints of its importance, and to fish for such straws of information as he could gather from the talk of his companions, better versed than he was in the intricacies of Lowland and city life. ' You'll be knowing most 0' the fine folk in Glasgow ?' he addressed Mrs. Seth in- sinuatingly. ' The deil's in the man ! is he makin' fun of me ?' exclaimed his hostess, with a dash of anger in her tones ; ' or is his igno- rance just past believing ? What trade have I wi' leddies in their carriages, or wi' gentle- men that dine aff cheeny and silver ?' t 5 2 SAINT MUNG O'S CITY. ' By name, mistress ; I was only mean- ing by name !' exclaimed the inquirer, in some alarm. ' Oo, I ken a feck [number] o' them by name, whatever,' she granted placably, the moment she was relieved from the disgrace of being laughed at by a ' bogle ' like her new acquaintance. ' I was in gude enough places when I was at service afore I took a man, and sair fashed I was with tikes [finical ways] about keeping mysel' clean and tidy. ' ' As if dirt didna bode [promise] luck, and there was no sic saw [saying] in braid Scots — not in Gaelic — as "the clartier the cosier." [the more sluttish the warmer] ,' interposed the keeper of the kennels, glancing down at the kilt he wore, which was by no means spotless, and having a fellow-feeling derived from similar trials. ' Deed, ay, Sandy Macnab, if ye're no ower muckle up in the buckle [too proud] to be ca'd Sandy by a woman that kenned your mither — moreover, she was living in a RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 153 land [a pile of building] in this very street, and you were a loon no bigger than wee Andry, who's that dour he'll reive his faither's bannet some day. But what need they have made sic a stour aboot jappet tails [muddy skirts] or a wheen blades on a brat [spots on an apron] or bauchled shoon [shoes down at heel] !' ex- claimed Mrs. Seth, with a broad smile of superior wisdom. Then she began to tell of her great em- ployers. ' There were the Gilroys, where I was bairn's-maid. He was in the hoose- pentin' business, and he made a heap o' money, and left her a rich widdy, to fling hersel' awa' on a fule of a lad from Ayr. There were the Leishmans, where I was under-kitchen maid. He was a grosser with a grand connection, and his sons at college, and his dochters in furrin pairts for an eddi- cation they would have been better without. And there were the Ores in the ship-chandler line, with a braw hoose at the West -End 154 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. and a villy on the Clyde, where I gaed for a day at a time after I was married, when there was nae bairn in my arms, and they were oot o' servants or changing them at term-time. But eh ! man, it would take a year to gang owre the bare names o' the big Glasgy folk/ Eory's face fell a little, as if he were over- powered with the number of the great of the earth. * But even among so mony,' he said again, after a pause,, ' you micht come across certain titles.' ' Speak oot, man, among your country- folk and Men's, and dinna gang for ever about the buss !' the man of dogs adjured him . ' Wha are you seekin' ? — name him.' 1 1 div not want ony man,' insisted Roiy ; ' only I micht like to hear a name.' ' Weel, whatna name, and be hanged to ye for a sly, half-daft deevil !' Sandy Macnab muttered the last half of his sentence in his beard. RORY OF THE SHELTIES. 155 Thus pressed, Rory took heart, stroked his long chin, and suggested, ' You'll have heard of Mackinnon ?' ' There's a wale [choice] 0' Mackinnons,' announced Mrs. Seth ; ' not that I pretend to be thick wi' ony of them. But whilk Mackinnon are you after ?' 6 It micht be Mackinnon of Drysdale Haugh,' admitted Rory, but, if possible, more reluctantly and dubiously than ever. ' You're wrang there,' Sandy Macnab contradicted him flatly. ' I ken about Drysdale Haugh. It is the bleaching and dye-works that belong to the maister of Drysdale Ha'. He's a friend of my mais- ter's. His young leddy dochter was biding with us at Semple Barns last week. She's thrang [intimate] with my leddy. There's no Mackinnon of Drysdale Haugh, but Drysdale of Drysdale Ha' and Haugh an a . Mrs. Seth confirmed the tale. * They are braw warks. I kenned a lass 1 5 6 SAINT MUNG O'S CITY. that married a bleacher ; and I took my fit in my hand and gaed out and see'd her aince.' ' There micht have been mention of a Drysdale,' said Kory cautiously, ' but it was ane Mackinnon of Drysdale Haugh that the concern was wiV ' It's Drysdale the noo, onyway,' main- tained Sandy, unshaken in his testimony. 4 I'm as sure of that as that my head's on my shoulders. But there's Captain Mac- kinnon, a sodger lad, a frien' of the young maister's, if that will serve you.' Eory shook his head, but did not abso- lutely reject the suggestion. ' What will be his whole name ?' ' How should I ken ? Stop, it was half furrin, but I've heard it in the North ; " Eneas," " captain," or " major," I'm not pertikler about the milintary handle to the name. " Eneas Mackinnon " — I've read it on his valise. He kens a dug when he sees him, and he's often doun at the kennels when he's at Semple Barns.' RORY OF THE S HE L TIES. 157 1 No, it will not be Eneas,' said Bory, letting his head fall disconsolately on his breast. ' Cheer up, auld shaver V cried the bro- therly Sandy, using a term which was not strictly of Gaelic origin, but, to tell the truth, borrowed from the slang vocabulary of the young master of Semple Barns. Sandy punched Eory in the chest with a vigorous arm as he spoke. ' You've hit on Drys- dale Haugh, and that's the main thing, I'm thinking, and Drysdale Ha' is end on to Semple Barns. I'll gie you a leg up for the sake of the North and auld lang syne. But you maun mind what ye 're after, and behave yoursel', or I swear 111 have nae- thing to do with you. I'm an honest, 'sponsible man, and I'll no fling aboot my maister's money like chuckie-stanes [peb- bles] without work in return. We're wantin' a dug-laddie, and you may do as weel as anither gin you'll obey orders. You're an able-bodied chiel enough, and 158 SAINT MUNGOS CI'lY. you've as muckle wut as a hafflin callant [half-grown lad] , I daur say. Whatever berth you've had in the Uist, ye're no like to get a better offer here. You'll be cheek for jowl with Drysdale Ha', and can mak' up your mind wha and w T hat you want without starving in the street, or being coupet [overturned] back the road you came to your muirlan' pariss — just when the minister, and the dominie [school- master] , and the bethel [church officer] think they're weel quit of you. Is't a bargain ?' 'Eh! you'll be a fule gin you refuse,' chimed in Mrs. Seth, with benevolent urgency. ' Sandy Macnab's a glide sort, and Semple Barns is a canny doon-sitting — even among the dugs. My laddies are wild to get a day there when the haws and the hips are ripe, and the gentlemen are oot with their guns, and there's pappin' o' shot and drappin' 0' birds on a' hands. That's a' very weel at a time, but the RORY OF THE SHELTIES. T59 faither says the big toon's the place to lippen [trust] to for laddies that want to mak' their way in the world, unless maybe they come from the hill- country and lo'e their freedom in the open air better than ony wage, and are as keen as the gentles on the sport, like Sandy there.' Rory of the Shelties accepted the good advice, not seeing how he could make any better of his quest, till he had tracked his game. He was promised one thing, he would be set down ' end on ' to Drysdale Haugh. CHAPTEE VIII. FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. Barley Riggs was an old-fashioned country- house, left stranded among the bleachfields of Drysdale Haugh. Instead of surround- ings of woodland pasture or corn-land, it was encircled by acres of white webs, Turkey-red webs, or webs of divers colours, the aspect being something like that of a rainbow brought down from the skies and spread out on the dull earth. For convenience the house had been ap- propriated, at different times, by the different partners in the works. The original Drys- dale had never dwelt in it; but the Mac- kinnons on their marriage had preferred it to the old farmhouse. Soon Gavin Mackinnon FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY R1GGS. 161 had ceased to take any active interest, or rather to do any active mischief, in the business ; then Barley Eiggs had been made over to his partner, Mr. Murray, a fussy, fault-finding man, whose continual med- dling and rating had been little more to the purpose than Mackmnon's helpless- ness. After Tarn Drysdale's purchase of the place, he had come there while Drys- dale Hall was building round the nucleus of the farmhouse. Finally, Barley Eiggs was again occupied by a Murray, though no longer as proprietor or tenant of the works, which had grown and spread till the build- ings, vats, cylinders, and blocks were nearly doubled, like the men, women, and children who earned their bread by them, compared to what they had been five -and- twenty years before. Dr. Peter Murray had been born at Barley Eiggs when it overlooked a far smaller colony of working-rooms, machinery, and working people's cottages, when the ground- vol. i. 11 iGz SAINT MUNGOS CITY. rainbow was but a handbreadth to the size it had reached now. He had come back to his first nest, as some men will, while othc avoid their early homes with dogged dislike or nervous repugnance. He bore no grudge against the prosperity in which he had no share. He maintained that he had been so soon inured to the smell of chemicals that he rather liked it, though it was stronger now than in his young days. Dr. Peter had been bred a doctor, and had earned his little independence as a medical man at a foreign station. But he said that he could practise nowhere so well nor feel so much at ease with his patients as among the hands at the old works, of which he was now the doctor by the appoint- ment of Tarn Drysdale. Many of the people had stayed long enough for them to have been known to Dr. Peter in his and their calf-days. He could tell yet whom he had first bled, whose tooth he had tried his 'prentice hand at pulling, what baby had FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 163 led the troop of his babies, so that it had been christened ' Peter' in compliment to him ; and he had still the pleasure of bailing * Peter Murphy' out of a Glasgow or local police court at least three times a year. Dr. Peter Murray was a philosopher whose character was a puzzle to Tarn Drysdale, just as some of Tarn's idiosyncrasies be- wildered Dr. Peter, though he understood his man much the better of the two. Yet the two men had not only a high esteem for each other — they had many points in common, such as their scientific bent, par- ticularly with regard to chemicals, in which they had both dabbled more or less since their boyhood, and their humane feeling for their fellow-creatures, represented by the workpeople at Drysdale Haugh. But how Tarn Drysdale could build a great show- place and pretend to be comfortable in it, and how Dr. Peter could be satisfied to dose away the end of his days in a shabby house without a single modern improvement, were 11—2 1 64 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. samples of riddles which neither man could read to his satisfaction. Dr. Peter was not alone at Barley Riggs, though his wife was long dead and his family out in the world, married, and scattered far and wide, with one exception. This was his youngest child — the daughter Athole — who kept her father company, took care of his house, and was as pleased with her position as he could he with his. At Barley Riggs, Dr. Peter and his daughter practised what people are told in these days has all but gone out of the world — ' plain living and high thinking.' They had to be frugal, for the income of the head of the house was not large, and he had de- termined to leave a sufficient provision for his unmarried daughter, though she had besought him with tears in her merry eyrs not to stint himself on her account, in the modest indulgences he craved. She could work for herself at any time. He had taught her both how to be independent and how to be easily satisfied. FRIENDS MEET A T BARLE Y RIGGS. 165 But even if necessity had not been laid upon the Murrays to be frugal, their inclina- tion pointed that way. They were disposed to be simple, not luxurious in their habits. They had so many higher enjoyments that the couple could hardly wait or stoop to occupy themselves much with the gratifica- tion of the senses. So long as books were left — they allowed themselves great scope in books, which are the finest and cheapest luxury — they did not object to faring simply. It did not trouble them that the furniture at Barley Riggs, which Dr. Peter had carried across the globe and back again, was almost as out of date and lawfully worn as that of the Miss Mackinnons in St. Mungo's Square. Rivalling books, in the estimation of father and daughter, was life in every aspect — human life, animal life, plant life. It afforded them treasures beyond price. It was a divine problem they were never weary of seeking reverently to work out for them- selves. 166 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. The old-fashioned parlour at Barley Eiggs was somewhat hard in angular forms and cold in neutral tints, such as were in fashion a good many years ago. The chairs and tables were of mahogany, black with age ; the carpets and hangings, in colour, held chiefly by drabs and browns. There were here and there foreign touches which told of Dr. Peter's long residence abroad — a cabinet of strange shells which he had gathered on a distant seashore ; specimens of primitive pottery in dull red and thick yellow ; a curious weapon or two hanging on the walls ; but the place was marvellously homelike. It was a sitting- room lived in, where most things were for service and in constant use. It was scru- pulously clean and bright, for cleanness and brightness not only cost little — they were conscientious duties and joys to Athole Murray, which she felt bound to discharge and cherish, and to hand on to her siugle handmaiden Jeannie, culled from the Drys- FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 167 dale Haugh working-girls. To have failed in these respects would have been to risk something by the admission of dust and gloom in spoiling a candidate for life's blessings and immortal gains. Bookshelves, carved by Dr. Peter's skil- ful hands, and full to running over, occupied every inch of vantage-ground, and relieved the homely style of the rest of the furniture. For though the volumes were not chosen on account of their binding, and were mostly well-worn, buff calf, and red and blue cloth, they did brighten up with soft and gay tints the Quaker-like groundwork. Summer and winter the room was never without green leaves and very often flowers, which Dr. Peter and Athole managed to rear in perfection, to the piqueing of the pride of the gardeners at Drysdale Hall, and even to the smothered mortification of Tarn Drysdale. Tarn was generous, but he desired as his right to have the best that money could produce ; and was not money 1 68 SAINT MUNGGS C/T1 \ the engine of engines, even in the delicate domain of lilies and roses ? Above all, the Barley Riggs parlour had a wealth of pets, remarkable, considering its narrow bounds and constant occupation by the family — a dog, a cat, and a kitten lived on the best of terms with a variety of birds. But these were only the indoor stock. Outside, pigeons fluttered on the roof of the house and on the window-sills ; swallows built in the eaves; tame pheasants sat on the branches of the nearest trees ; a couple of hedgehogs scuttled away across the walks. In the paddock a goat and its kid were tethered ; and Dr. Peter's pony, and an old Shetland pony, which Athole had ridden as a child, roamed at their own sweet will, sharing the pasture 4 with an Alderney cow and her calf. A large family of poultry looked out from behind the wire-net fencing their poultry- yard, like nuns from the other side of a grating. The whole little territory was Fit /ENDS MEET AT BARLEY EIGGS. 169 teeming with life, and the occupants took the keenest interest in it all — down to the butterflies and beetles among the wall- flowers and irises, the caterpillars on the cabbage-leaves, the bees on the thyme. If it be true that * He prayeth best who lovetli best All things both great and small,' then surely Dr. Peter and his daughter Athole prayed well. He was a long, lean man, very brown and very grey, whose coats had a trick of looking shabby, yet who had something positively noble in his air, he was so entirely beyond being touched by circum- stances, so sufficient for himself and those he belonged to, so born to confer benefits of their kind on all with whom he came in contact. Athole was very like him in being thin and brown and dark-haired, as he had been before he became grey. Her features were 170 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. refined, but so irregular as to be positively bizarre. Her chief beauty lay in her grey eyes. For reasons of her own, Atholc Murray was fond of dressing in grey of all shades, from slate to silver, in linen or silk occasionally, and frequently in woollen stuffs with the texture shifting to suit the different seasons, and with names signi- ficant of demureness and retirement from the world — Carmelite nun's cloth ; and yet nobody could be less demure or nun-like than Athole Murray. She was a busy, cheerful girl, a little over twenty. She had an amount of humour and fun, liable to mislead her neighbours with regard to her earnestness, which made men's hearts glad, and cost her some pains to keep within reasonable bounds. On the evening of an April day, Athole was sitting in the parlour at Barley Biggs, at a little table which was peculiarly hers, diligently drawing designs for the calico- printers. She had lithe, capable hands FRIENDS MEE T AT BARLE Y RIG GS. 1 7 1 which could not be idle. They had been early trained to a variety of occupations. Athole could not only sew all manner of needle-work, cook daintily, clean deftly : she could carve in wood better than her father could. She could etch like a second-rate etcher ; she could paint on china, not merely for exhibitions of amateur performances, but so cleverly that a china manufacturer of some reputation had offered her regular work and good wages. She had compounded with her father for his persistence in making a provision for her future, by taking upon her a share of the present household ex- penses, and supplying the necessary funds from a neat little income which she gained by being the most original designer employed at the Drysdale Haugh Works. Athole was in grey as usual, but she had a blue knot where her little white collar met the neck of her gown, and companion blue knots where her sleeves terminated above her slim round wrists. She had told her 1 7 2 SAINT M UNG O S CITY. father in confidence — these two were great friends — that were it not for the hindrance they would offer to her going out to look after the beast tribe, and the temptation the fashion might present to Jeannie, their hand- maiden, she(Athole) would sport another pair of blue bows in her shoes. She was entitled to compensation for always appearing as ' a grey lady' when all the colours of all the Drysdale Haugh dye-vats were perpetually before her eyes. "What made her do so ? It was so ob- livious and so like a man to ask. Of coursa familiarity bred contempt. Of course she chose to be out of the common in plainness, since she could not witch the world with splendour like Clary Drysdale ; and it would not suit her complexion to be always in pink like Eppie. Did he not know green w T as the complement of red, and if she figured in any tinge of rose-colour she would come out as the Green Woman. She would be solicited by half a dozen caravans to give them the FRIENDS MEET A T BARLE Y RIGGS. 1 73 benefit of her unique charms for Glasgow Fair. How would he like that ? No, grey was her safeguard. Besides, grey had nothing to lose, and did not fade, and many cheap materials were considerately dyed that colour. It was her duty as a sensible woman, especially in relation to their handmaid Jeannie, to set before her an example of economic and rational clothing, not unbecoming under the difficult circum- stances. It was little she could do ; but, like the man who would not wear a miller's hat though it cost him his life, she was pre- pared to make a stand — to go to the scaffold if she were sent there in a righteous cause, in a protest against the extravagance — whether in art-colours* or in aniline dyes, in straight lines or in puffs and folds — of her sex, in the matter of dress in this gene- ration. As Athole drew in her particular window, her father entertained a visitor. The stran- ger's presence did not disturb the young 174 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. lady in her occupation, not even though that stranger was young Tarn Drysdale, the son of the master of the calico printing-works. She did not stop her work. She made no pretence of concealing the pattern on which she was engaged. She did not even go on stiffly and awkwardly, as if she ignored a spectator. She asked him once to look at what she was doing. 'Are you acquainted with this geometrical flower, Mr. Tom ? I am afraid it " never grew/' like the tree in the city arms/ When he answered, a little put out by her appeal, that he had no doubt her design was an excellent one for the purpose, she knew better than he did, she acquiesced quietly with a laugh that had some pleasure and no annoyance in it. ' I dare say I do. I have worked for eighteen months in this way, and if I have not failed in my reckoning, I have done this pattern with variations twenty-two times. No, don't pity me, I FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 175 beg,' she interrupted young Tarn as he prepared to address her with a portentously grave face. ' I am not an object of pity. I am not a struggling artist nipped in the bud, or a martyr to the wants of a numerous family. I think that I am neat-handed, have some notion of colour, and some idea of what a calico-pattern ought to be, if you will allow me to say so ; but that is the extent of my capacity. And it is not a hardship in other respects to work like this for two or three hours a day from choice for liberal pay, considering the nature of the work. It rather soothes than wearies me. My father has trained me to do something of the kind to keep me in order, lest I should get so audacious that I should not be fit to live with.' She told him this easily and composedly, but for the twinkle in her grey eyes. It did not enter into her head that there was anything unworthy in itself or disparaging to her in working for pay — working for his 176 SAINT MUNG OS CITY. father. She was more than his equal by- birth, for the Murray s were of gentle de- scent as far back as they could count, and his equal by education, though she did not dress in purple and fine linen, or fare sump- tuously every day. She was his mother's and sisters' friend, though Clary, with her own engagements, did not come half so often to Barley Piiggs as Eppie came. It did not seem to Athole Murray that any drawing of patterns, though it had been ever so repugnant to her, while, as it chanced, she liked it, could alter these facts. Young Tarn took one part of her speech seriously, and answered her, standing, look- ing a protesting giant by her side : ' 1 beg your pardon, Miss Murray ; I was not going to pity you. I agree with Goethe that life is earnest, and work, so that it is real, is about the best thing we have. I only pity the w r orkers who have no advantage from their work, or, if they have, advantage of the grossest kind or in the scantiest degree. FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 177 I pity still more the men and women who think they are profiting by toil that is done by proxy, while they are simply pampering what is lowest in their own natures and reducing themselves to the role, if not of brutes, of fools and dolls.' Young Tarn spoke with bitterness, but with freedom, as he could not do at home. He was in another atmosphere — more con- genial, nay, with a fascination for him, widely as his hearers differed from him. Dr. Peter took the trouble to contradict his visitor most decidedly, to remonstrate with him strongly. The elder man's life- long friendship with Tam senior, in spite of their divergences, warranted the step. Besides, Dr. Peter had known youug Tam more or less for years, entertained a con- siderable regard for him, and would not let him go far wrong if he (Dr. Peter) could help it. ' Come, come, young Tam Drysdale, you are going a great deal too far. Commun- vol. 1. 12 j 78 SAINT Ml XGO'S C/T) '. ism — not to say Nihilism — has been proved rank folly over and over again. If you think so little of wealth, ease, and luxury, why need you grudge them to the favoured few, and cry out like a bairn or a fanatic against the want of them in the many ?' 'Well, sir/ said Tarn, with a grim smile, ' you are about the last person I should have expected to find upholding riches, with the power they are supposed to confer and the sacrifices they entail.' Dr. Peter shrugged his narrow, stooping, student's shoulders. ' I suppose that is a hit at me because I have not made a fortune with my lancet and stethoscope. To tell the truth, I do not greatly miss it. Athie and I can get along famously with what we have ; we'll not say how much or how little, lest I should make you open your eyes, Maister Tarn. But I don't want to compel all the world to have our tastes ; the uniformity would bo inconvenient, to say the least, and a trifle tiresome/ FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 179 * You don't mean to say that you approve of keeping some noses at the grindstone in order that the same feature in other people may be cocked in the air/ said Tarn satiri- cally — ' that you, who are a medical man and expound the laws of health, give your consent to cellars and garrets on the one hand, to match palatial mansions on the other ? You are something of a reformer, and you are a church-going man. Are you satisfied as a patriot and a Christian with the physical, moral, and intellectual con- dition of the two great classes in a commer- cial centre like Glasgow V ' How so ? In what light ?' asked Dr. Peter cautiously. 1 Take the well-to-do/ young Tarn ex- plained. ' They are never weary boasting what they can get for their money. They lay themselves out to spend at the greatest rate. They glory in the reversal of their early practice — not merely where a little cheap refinement and higher education are 12—2 i So SAT NT M UNG O'S CITY. concerned. They turn their backs on the past, and load themselves with burdens too heavy to be borne, of altered habits, late hours, unpalatable arrangements, uncon- genial associates. They make asses of themselves in dress, at table, with their hunters and hounds, their plate, their pictures and books — all for the sake of showing what fine gentlemen they have grown, when the truth is they were a deal nearer being gentlemen, if gentle- men were true men, in the rough guise in which they started.' ' You are going a great deal too far, Tarn,' repeated Dr. Peter severely; 'but what of the other class?' very much in the tone in which the prisoner at the bar interrupted the summing-up of the judge with ' It's a lie, my lord; but go on.' ' Do I need to tell the poor men's doctor, who attends them more for love than for money, what their case is like ¥ asked young Tarn, with his voice softening a FRIENBS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 181 little. ' While they are toiling in the sweat of their brows, without hope of rising to greater ease and leisure, their hearts are eaten through and through with envy at the distant sight and sound of good things which the audience is too ignorant to understand are no better than fairy gifts — glittering pinchbeck and spun glass. They are worse — heavy clogs to weigh down men and women unaccustomed to lives of parade and sensuous indulgence, cankers to destroy the bravest manliness and the sweetest womanliness. The work- ing class, with their desperate strikes, their fits of starvation and their fits of excess, their gross materialism, their worn-out bodies and tramp] ed-down souls, their conceited atheism — you know better what they are than I do, Dr. Peter Murray/ 'I should think so, lad — I should hope so ; and the rich too, for I am happy to say I have some of them for my patients and friends also, though it may lower me j 82 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. in your estimation to hoar it. Young Tarn, you arc flying in the face of Providence, you arc counting the spots in the sun, and challenging its lustre. There are such things as faults that lean to virtue's side, and vanities which are but the dust of the earth that gathers on some of the noblest works of God and man. No man, be he rich or poor, is bound to be a slave either to his gains or his deprivations. Tam Drysdale, you have no more respect for the poor than for the rich. You do not honour all men. What do you take the poor for, that you should speak of them as if they were debased helots, instead of honest men and women who call no man master, in one sense ? Every sturdy dy< and patient bleacher, every hammerer and weaver and mill girl among them, has his or her destiny in his or her hands, in all essentials as much as you or I have. A poor man or woman can be as decent and intelligent as you or I, with the intelligence ERJENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 183 of mot her- wit, which is infinitely higher than the thin veneer of education that, to tell the truth, sometimes covers up and wastes what finer grace and natural polish the wood ever had.' Tarn looked taken aback, and remained silent, while Dr. Peter waxed more and more indignant. ' The times are hard, indeed, and things have come to a pretty pass, if a respectable working man or woman — it is all one — who is not a fool and can practise self- denial, like a man or like a woman, cannot earn independence. Such independence means comfort and the power of showing you a bien [comfortable] house and a canty [cheery] fireside, whose owner has no cause to grow green with envy at the masters, no call to ruin himself or herself in a wild attempt to pull them down and reign in their stead. No doubt, trials are rained on some poor sinners; it happens so occasion- allv, and shuts our mouths. But we cannot i8 4 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. see the end from the beginning, and even then the back is made for the burden. No, spare your pity, sir, or pity yourself/ ended Dr. Peter, flinging himself back in his chair. ' Never mind him, Mr. Tom.' Athole looked up from her drawing to come to the rescue. ' You have rubbed him the wrong way, as I often do. Nobody is to pity, rich or poor, except yourself, father — is that not it V ' Bairn, I see a great deal to pity, and I have no objection to my neighbours sharing that luxury, if they find it such. But I will not have wholesale condemnation, or stock of abuse in the guise of pity. Maister Tarn, you who are fresh from the schools should know a trick worth two of that. Surely the philosophy of all the centuries has found out something better than to keep on pitting the classes against each other, and setting them by the oars when their strength is in the union — not of the FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 185 men alone, but of the men and the masters, in making the best and not the worst of -each other/ ' Then you judge trades' unions to be a mistake in social economy ? You condemn them in the face of all they have got for the people, which was only their just right ?' said young Tarn, eager to catch at the inference and nail down his adversary. 1 1 neither judge nor condemn. The question is beyond me, and may be beyond you too, if you will allow me to say so,' Dr. Peter excused himself, with a comical twinkle replacing the gleam of indignation in his eyes. ' There are great difficulties here, as there are in every human problem. However, I can see that many, both rich and poor, are doing their best, and I for one won't quarrel with them, though they do not find the solution at once, or blunder in the search as their fathers have done before them. I have seen great changes and improvements in my day/ 86 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. ' Of what kind ?' inquired young Tain dubiously. ' For instance, here at Drysdale Haugh, I remember when there were few cylinders in comparison with the blocks. The work was ten times harder than it is now, and took ten times as long to do. There was no thought then of machines to relieve the men who had to keep and turn the yam on the rods, hanging for hours over the cis- terns of boiling dye liquor. As for the houses or hovels for the hands, you might have had occasion for your attacks in those days, Maister Tarn. I tell you that your father has been nothing less than a bene- factor to his folk, and I'm proud to sav you'll not find better quartered, more fairly and liberally treated workpeople on this side of Glasgow. I only hope you may do as much for your neighbours when your time comes/ 1 I don't wish to smother my father's honour/ said young Tarn, with a faint FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 187 smile and a slight increase of colour. ' There is one thing, he knew by experi- ence what the people lacked. What I regret is that he was not content to remain one of them, to share the joys and sorrows he was so well acquainted with — to raise them if you will, but not to break off from them and put himself into a position which is not natural to him. Well, it sits ill upon him, and makes him lose his proper dignity. It brings out what is least admirable in him — there can be no disrespect in saying that/ observed young Tarn with some ingenuous- ness ; ' and it exposes him to the ridicule of people who are immeasurably his inferiors.' * If they are his inferiors, why need airr- bocly heed ? Fools will laugh whether you give them cause or not — not that I see anything to laugh at in your father, or any laughter going. He is one in a thousand, who has not only done well by himself, but by all around him. He is held in very high and general respect, as he deserves to 1 88 SAINT MUNGCtS CITY. be, I would have you to understand, Maister Tarn. As for not rising above his original footing, or not taking the benefit of the labour of his hands, supposing he holds it to be a benefit, and not occupying the post he is fitted for and called to fill, you are speaking arrant nonsense. You would have castes, in hard and fast lines, in Christian England as in heathen India. Fine sources of progress they have proved in the East ! You would remove one of the greatest inducements for ordinary men to struggle and endure, and bring the work of their lives to perfection.' ' And if every man acted as he spoke,' retorted Tarn, ' you should be a court physician at least.' ? I square no man's life by my rule. If I have found that my tastes are all of a homely kind, it is my own look-out. In point of fact, artificial and complicated forms interfere with what I like and can do. Athole and I flourish best on a moderate FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. .189 income, in a plain old house, with a single servant-lass/ ' Speak for yourself, father,' asserted Athole from her coign of vantage. 'How do you know that I would not prefer to be a Turkish sultana, or an Arcadian shep- herdess, or the principal of a Ladies' College ? But there, speak of angels — I see Mr. Drysdale and Eppie — her visit is- to the Newfoundland puppy — at the gate.' There was a little commotion of welcome as old Mr. Drysdale and Eppie entered Barley Kiggs house, in which young Tarn Drysdale fell into the background. His father's eyes followed him, and then glanced with a quick suspicion from his son to Athole. Was there any loadstone here which drew Tarn from his useless studies and might serve to make or mar him, inde- pendent of his other vagaries ? No ; it could not be a brown, shilpet, plainly-dressed lassie, working as a designer, though she was a lady born and bred — auld Tarn did not 1 90 SAINT M UNG GS CITY. deny that. Tain never addressed Athole, even in giving her his views on printed -calico patterns, without calling her ' Miss Murray, mem/ paying the respect due to her in double measure, as it were. Still, though she had not forfeited her young lady- hood in his eyes, he was alive to the light in which many people would regard her ; he fully recognised her disqualifications as a possible match for his son. She would have no more than a penny or two, if Dr. Peter could scrape together that for her, and young- Tarn might have a fine girl like Clary, with as good a tocher. If ' Sir Teenies' had owned a daughter, Tarn might even have pretended to her. No, he could not be so blind and besotted. Dr. Peter's daughter was a good lassie and a clever lassie, and auld Tarn rather liked her on his own ac- count ; but she was not for young Tarn. His eccentricity could not go the length of fancying her. Eppie was come after the Newfoundland FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 191 dog, and without the smallest disguise she announced her errand, drew Dr*. Peter out to the stable, and was presently seen in the distance hugging a black fluffy ball in her arms ; while her companion, nothing loth, for both of the Eppies were pets of his, marshalled her round the paddock, intro- ducing her in succession to every member of his numerous family. Auld Tarn remained where he was. In spite of his boast the night before of being- able to walk to Glasgow and back, he was tired enough to be glad to rest in one of the heavy, roomy Barley Eiggs parlour chairs. Athole was under the necessity of bearing him and young Tarn company. She had no objection ; she had as great a liking for the elder Tarn as her father had for Mrs. Drysdale and Eppie. She seemed to know exactly what suited him, as if she belonged to him. She brought him with her own hands, in spite of his protest, such a glass of draught ale and such a water biscuit i 9 2 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. as he had been wont to refresh himself with twenty years before, and still liked from old association. While he drank the ale and munched the biscuit, to his evident solace, she chatted with him about the weather, about her flowers and his, admitting herself fairly beaten in polyanthuses before she claimed the superiority in white primroses. She gave him her lively report of the pattern-room, and the good effect with which the last designs were likely to come out. It was she who, before the others returned, introduced the subject which lay very near Tain Drysdale's heart. This was certain experiments he was making in mordants and pastes. He grew radiant in describing the improvements he hoped to bring about in dyeing and printing, until young Tam was stirred up to ask a question or two, and to offer a sensible suggestion. As a boy he had gone considerably beyond the ordinary boyish stage of dabbling in chemicals, and threatened to blow himself and his FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 193 family to atoms in gratifying his taste. There had been a time when young Tarn, to his proud father's delight, had shown decided promise in what might have been called the paternal field. The son had mortified the father deeply by abandoning the laboratory for the library; but to-night, with Athole Murray for a link between the two men, young Tarn testified some of his old interest in the subject. Eppie came in crying, ' Father, I have seen such a heap of beasts ;' but auld Tarn did not heed her. The fascination of the theme entrapped Dr. Peter also. The three men engaged in a conversation in which the words ' retort,' ' deposit,' ' affinity,' i dis- charge,' ' hold fast,' were for ever coming to the surface. Athole fell out of the talk, apparently without being missed. She set herself to entertain Eppie, who was too much entranced with her baby Newfoundland to stand in need of amusement. VOL. I. 13 194 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. The discussion was not ended when the party of Drysdales left together. For the moment the division between the father and the son had been so bridged across by the sympathetic warmth of the interest evoked, that auld Tarn as he walked away plucked young Tarn by the sleeve in a way he had not done for months. The action was for the better emphasizing of an additional reason for the course the experimenter was taking in order to get an unsurpassable tint of orange, which by a junction with an unap- proachable blue was to lead to an unassail- able green ; but the motive did not signify, the result was everything. Athole Murray smiled as her eyes fol- lowed the departing figures. Then she came and stood by her father's side on the hearthrug and assailed him for an opinion. ' Don't you think, father, that some day young Tarn Drysdale will go heart and soul into his father's business ; that he will pull down Drysdale Hall and build it up bigger FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY R1GGS. 195 and grander, or have another place in finer taste, which will cost a great deal more, and take twice the pains to create its delicate harmonies ? and don't you imagine that, earnest as Goethe found life, young Tarn will take heart before all is done, and dance the night out and the morning in, as many times as there are hairs in his head, without regard to the excusable occasions of Clary's and Eppie's weddings.' * I don't know about the dancing and the building, Athie ; but the young fellow will ripen, and lose his sour flavour, and be wholesome social food in the course of nature, if he does not contrive to make a mess of himself and his life in the mean- time, before they have righted themselves. He is in a transition state and a morbid frame, disgusted with himself and the world. He has come into auld Tarn's gains without going through the process of earning them, and he cannot digest them.' 13—2 196 SAINT MUNG0S CITY. 1 Are they so ill to digest ? ' inquired Athole incredulously. ' So it seems. Young Tarn has approached the question of employers and employed without practical knowledge, and he is all at sea. Yet it is to the honour of the lad that he will not leave the question -alone. But he sees every discrepancy magnified and distorted. He has an honest regard for his father and mother — that thrawn chiel [cross fellow] — you heard what he said of auld Tarn ; but that is just why it galls him past bearing to see them make themselves ridiculous. Between you and me they do it oftener than I like to think when poor Tarn brags and blaws [boasts and puffs] of his fields and gardens, his sheep and cattle, his table and his cellar, his man-servants and his maid-servants, and brings forward their prices ; and when she mine - minces her words, and tries some " lang- nebbet " [long-nosed name that trips her up. I do not wonder at young Tarn. I FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY R1GGS. 197 could shake the kindly auld fules my- self.' 'But young Tam need not see it,' main- tained Athole, with her head held high and her eyes alight, ' I should like him a thou- sand times better if he were deaf and blind, if his honour for his father and mother were a shield to screen them from his own over- critical eyes, as well as his neighbours' carping tongues.' ' That is a woman's way of thinking,' said Dr. Peter, at the same time giving his daughter's hair a not disapproving stroke. ' All feeling and no reasoning — all heart and no head. Some people would call it " high fantastic, " but I never object to a good woman's flights — least of all am I likely to do it here, where I profit by them, being a father myself, my dear/ ' But, father,' interrupted Athole quickly and indignantly, ' you are not like that/ 'I can only say I have not been tempted/ he answered, with a laugh. ' But remem- 198 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. ber it is not easy for young Tarn when, as he hints, there are people mean enough to " sorn " [trespass] on the hospitality of Drysdale Hall, and jeer and laugh at its master and mistress. I take it that men are different from women here — I'll not say that it is to their gain, with sharper eyes, harder to blind, rougher tongues that go straighter to the mark, and a greater tendency to use the scalpel though they cut into their own flesh/ ' He knows how good and kind they are, and that should be enough for him,' said Athole stoutly. ' I admit they are laugh- able sometimes ; they force me to laugh to their faces, and then I am " black ashamed ' of my heartlessness, and could bite my tongue out if I have said anything.' ' But he does not laugh, lassie ; he leaves that to Miss Clary, if any of them is guilty of such light laughter. Ay, if you must do either in the circumstances, it is a mighty deal better to greet [weep] if you are a FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 199 woman, and gloom [frown] if you are a man, than to mock with the mockers, as it is safer — taking a certain parable into consideration — though I grant you less pleasant, to be disgusted than to be charmed with yourself.' * Young Tarn will never be half so nice as his father,' said Athole, still betraying tokens of discontent, while she arrived at her conclusion meditatively. ' I'm fond of auld Tarn.' 1 So am I, Athole. But young Tarn, with all the expense bestowed on his edu- cation, has not had the same chance ; and he's a chip of the old block in many respects. He may be led, but he will not be driven ; yet that auld fule Tarn, who knows himself, and ought to know his son, seeks to drive him.' - He's so horribly self-conscious ; he has mounted such a very tall hobby-horse, and he rides it so pragmatically and unmerci- fully. He rejoices so in his superiority 2co SAINT MUNGGS CITY. and consequent martyrdom ; lie is so ridi- culously young in his grievances.' ' That is a fault which will mend every day/ her father told her hopefully. ' I think of many of the young men of his class, of their entire engrossing satisfaction with their pretty selves, their bit toy yachts and hunters, club dinners, and dances such as you propose for young Tarn Drysdale'e heavy head and exercised heart. I reckon up these gentlemen's small ambitions of being noticed by the country gentry, of pushing themselves up to marry into the higher ranks, and have wives as silly as themselves, that despise their commercial partners. And the conclusion I come to is that such fellows are but a parcel of spoilt boys compared to a lad, ill-conditioned you may say as yet, but who has the making of a man in him. More than that, you must remember, Athole, all that I have mentioned is innocent enough, but there are other ways — not to be spoken of FRIENDS MEET AT BARLEY RIGGS. 201 to ears like yours, while it is right that you should know of their existence. There are means of selfishly indulging in prosperity, and wildly rioting in the days of a man's youth, that end — as surely as the rivers run to the sea — in the foul wallowing of swine in the mire, or in the wickedness of devils. Contrast young Tarn and his troubles with such rich men's sons and their brutal experiences, and his father and mother may thank God for the day that he was born to them.' The conversation had grown too serious to be prolonged, and it had taken a turn which rendered it impossible for Athole to contradict her father further. CHAPTER IX. LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON DUE IN ST. MUNGO'S SQUARE. The Miss Mackinnons were as loth to deprive their grand-nephew of his military title as Mrs. Drysdale had shown herself. Indeed, they persisted, in spite of his pro- tests, in giving it to him whenever they spoke of him. Even among themselves it was as often the ' Lieutenant ' as ' Eneas/ It would have been hard to deprive the old ladies of one of the scanty rewards of a step for which both he and they paid dearly — how dearly in his case they had happily no idea. It would have gone far to break their hearts if they had guessed that he had cause to rue sorely the boyish LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON 205 delusion and the family pride — to which they had ministered — that had ended by placing him in his present position. It was at once a great deal less and a great deal more than what was in the Miss Mackin- nons' eyes the gallant calling of a gentle- man, which transferred him instantly to the society of his equals, and raised him triumphantly above all further difficulty, with nothing to do save ' wear his regi- mentals/ which, to their great regret, the grand- aunts almost never saw him do ; ' go where her Majesty and his country ca'ed him,' which as yet had only been to a tame routine of town and country quar- ters, not even to any corner of Africa ; ' fecht like a hero/ for which there was literally no opportunity ; and wait for pro- motion which was never likely to come. The abolition of the purchase system was not calculated to be of any service to Lieu- tenant Eneas Mackinnon. He had neither special military ability, nor spirit, nor heart 2 o 4 SA INT M i \ \ G OS CI 7 '1 '. to urge liim to study theoretically the art of war, go in for a series of competitive ex- aminations, and come out with a new brevet rank from every encounter. And if it were possible for him to remain thirty years a lieutenant, like Havel ock, it was certainly very improbable that he would complete the similitude, and end by dying a victori- ous general. He would need to be as lucky as Sir Frizzle Pumpkin to accomplish such a feat, for though Eneas w r as brave enough not to be a disgrace to his Trojan name- sake, he had no head for organizing and manoeuvring bodies of men — not even on a chess-board. He was a great improvement on his father, but was still a reflection of the paternal nature in its slowness and heaviness. The best thing about him was his honesty and modesty, the ingrained attributes of a real, not an imitation, gentleman, which he had acquired somehow from some far-off Mackinnon. He was true, he was unassuming in LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 205 place of being pompous like Gavin Mac- kin non. Eneas was silent and lonsf-sufferinof in the thorny path of poverty on which he had been launched anions richer men, with- out the smallest hope of bettering himself. He was as inoffensive a member of a family as Lady Semple had described him, winning sympathy and a certain amount of respect by the magnanimity which caused him to bear his own burden without inflicting it on the shoulders of another. The forbear- ance might be due to pride as much as to generosity or veritable humility ; still, it was a respectable quality, and one to be thankful for. He was one of the passive young men of the period, who looked on and smiled a little languidly — even without complaint changed his course in a leisurely manner, to suit that of his neighbour, and did not do more than shrug his shoul- ders at what went against the grain with him. He formed a complete contrast to 2o6 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. young Tarn Drysdale, who was naturally of the aggressive order, in danger of doing something desperate, in the rash arrogance of youth, which burns to set right the world that has been rolling on its path thousands of years before he came into being. Eneas Mackinnon, as he was more of a gentleman, was also handsomer than any of his race who had appeared for two gen- erations. The clumsy features of his great- aunts had in him taken a symmetrical mould. He w T as less large for a man than they were for women ; still, he was broad- shouldered and long-limbed enough for a soldier. He had borrowed from the plebeian Craigs chestnut instead of tow-coloured hair, with blue eyes, which had a certain bucolic mildness and softness in them. As he stood in a doorway or on a flight of steps, or leant his back against a tree on a lawn, or propped himself upon a table or the arm of a couch, he was a little like a statue of a fine phlegmatic Englishman, but LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 207 it was a statue which would have done the sculptor fair credit. The Lieutenant, supposing he ever became a general, would be a general without a penny of private fortune, who must at the same time support the increased dignity of his rank. He must continue a bachelor, and by so doing restrict his expenses to his personal wants, ' collaring ' the increase of income through the grades of captain, major, etc., to furnish him, and him alone, with an increase of comforts proportionate to the advance of age and the infirmities of a^e. If he permitted himself to marry, perhaps to bring into the world a small clamorous family, in addition to an exacting wife, he would be as painfully put to it, in spite of his laurels — as pressed, worried, stinted — as threadbare — as miserably anxious for the future not only of himself, but of those connected with him, as any light-pursed subaltern writhing under the yoke of bond- age he had unwittingly assumed. This was 2o8 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. an age of luxurious living and regardk extravagance, a commercial age, when a pseudo-working man like Tarn Drysdale of Drysdale Hall set up an establishment fit for a laird of many acres or a peer of the realm, and left gentlemen and officers far behind. Eneas Mackinnon submitted to destiny with the fatalism of the Gael. His regi- ment was now quartered at Dumbarton. He was often in Glasgow as well as at Semple Barns. The last opportunity had been decidedly a boon to him. The former was the occasion of his being extensively taken out in the richest, and sometimes the vulearest houses of certain o-oro-eous circles in Glasgow. He had availed himself of the chance, even while he rebelled in a stony fashion against the infliction, as a lawful means of relieving his over-taxed resource He despised himself for it, but what could he do? — especially if he were to bestow small gifts on the ' aunties,' who were certainly LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 209 growing more penurious every day, and beginning to deny themselves the very necessaries oflife in an exasperating manner, not uncommon with old women, he had heard. Better that he should stand beino^ feted by pipe-makers and retired spirit- dealers, and have to hobnob with their bumptious sons and dance with their bouncing daughters, than that he should run into debt and shoot himself, and bring his particular tabbies to the grave with horror at the catastrophe. As yet the notion that he might some day have to sell himself bodily by marrying one of these tochered lasses to keep body and soul to- gether, only loomed before his imagination as a dark necessity in the distance. The young man groaned inwardly over his visits to St. Mungo's Square, as he groaned over most of the acts of his purga- torial life. To his credit he paid the visits with tolerable frequency and regularity, though latterly he had been plagued by an vol. i. 14 ?. i o SAINT M UNGOS CITY. unaccountable rule established by Miss Janet, that he should always send them an intimation of his coming beforehand. 1 Your auntie Meye is getting frail, you see,' Miss Janet had the excuse, ' and a wee thing starts her ; and me or your auntie Betheye might be out of the road and miss you, which would be a thousand peeties.' So, with one more of his many smothered groans, Lieutenant Eneas was in the habit of perpetrating small notes and despatch- ing them as avant couriers every time that he descended on St. Mungo's Square. ' It is making such a fuss about a fellow's movements, and one feels as if one ought to bring handsome presents/ he reflected, glancing deprecatingly at the little parcel of gloves — women always wanted gloves ■ — his own size suited ' the aunties.' His cast-off Hexham ians would have been better than new pairs, for the last had been surreptitiously exchanged as misfits, by Miss Bethia, for more of the yarn she LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 211 was constantly knitting now, in the inter- vals of the white seam which was kept in the background. The gentleman's socks might be for ' the Lieutenant/ though soon after entering his regiment he had, somewhat to his aunties' mortification, declined politely further services from their knitting-needles, or the woollen articles might be muffatees and what-nots for the Dorcas table at a bazaar ; but plain needle- work was more difficult to explain away. Shirt making had gone out of fashion as a becoming attention from ladies to their male relations, and it might well be thought that the Miss Mackinnons had each an ample stock to last her all her days of under-linen of her mother's bleaching and her grandmother's spinning. Eneas would add to the gloves a brace of partridges of his own shooting, or a basket of grapes from the Semple Barns vineries, or from other and less aristocratic mansions — the contents of which were at 14—2 2 j 2 SAINT MUNG : S CIT J : his disposal if he chose. The grapes went the same way as the gloves, the luxuries were exchanged for necessities. But the partridges, if they were not adroitly con- fiscated to the use of the donor, made a feast-day in the old house in St. Mungo's Square. They constituted what the ladies called 'a flesh denner,' a gross meal in which the eaters had ceased to indulge every day. The whole establishment always put on its best face. The blanks and deficiencies were hidden by a series of elaborate manoeuvres which sometimes took an hour or two to carry out. The Miss Mackin- nons wore their company gowns and caps on the days when they expected their grand-nephew. It was a temporary return, however halting, to the glories of the past, and though the effort cost trouble, it re- freshed the jaded spirits and put new life into the drudging, sordid existence of the hard-tried women. LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 215 ' I wonder if he'll notice that anything more is missing,' suggested Miss Janet mysteriously. ' There's the clock and the ile picture of the Pretender, whom our great-grandfather waited on at Shawfield House, though he had no thocht of going out with the Prince. Both the clock and the picture are gone since Eneas was here. The last time, you mind, we took him up to Auntie Meye's bedroom, where less has been lifted. But men are not noticing, and if the Lieutenant minds the twa things, he may think the one is at the watchmaker's and the other at the picture- cleaner's, and put no questions. But mind, Betheye, you maun be ready with your answer that he maun have forgotten we have a spring cleaning, when we pu' things about. It's just a divert to out-of-the- world auld leddies like us. It's true in the main, and for a white lee or twa — they can- not be helped — I trust we may be forgi'en in a gude cause. Better tell them than 2i 4 SAINT M UNCOS CITY. break a fine lad's spirit. The Mackinnoi ■ — the men of them — had high spirits, that would not have brooked what we could tell/ ■ How could they have helped brooking it, Janet V asked Miss Bethia a litth stolidly ; and then, without waiting I learn the result of an idle inquiry to which Miss Janet vouchsafed no reply, Miss Bethia continued — ' What I'm maist feared for is Meye coming out with some piece of information she should keep to herself. I have signalled to her to ca' canny [be pru- dent], in case o' mistakes, till she's grown dorty [cross] about it, and she wonders if I want her, the auldest, to be dumb as well as deaf.' ' Puir Meye !' said Miss Janet in accent- of loud commiseration, which, however, did not penetrate the sealed ears of what looked like the image of a woman huddled up in shawls, with eyes that, in place of showing the dimness of ao'e, had a bird- like brightness about them as they darted LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 215 swiftly, trying to do the work of two senses, from the one to the other of the speakers. ' Preserve us a', she's reproaching us at this minute,' said Miss Janet, as she rose with some signs of rheumatic stiffness, went to the slate hung on the wall behind her sister's chair, took it down, and wrote on it in large letters, as if Miss Mackinnon were blind as well as deaf, ' We're feared for you letting out anything before the Lieutenant.' ' Do you tak' me for an eedit V Miss Mackinnon retorted with asperity, while Miss Janet w r as he edfully erasing in the most primitive manner what she had written. 1 Since the Beelyie has lent us back the punch-bo wl to lie for the day in its auld place below the sideboard,' reflected Miss Janet with some complacency, l and Kate Carstairs has sent ower her cut crystal claret joog, which is the marrow o' what ours used to be, the room may pass/ ' If he'll not draw up the blinds,' said 2 1 6 SAINT MUNGO: i'l V. Miss Bethia anxiously ; ' men have aye such a wark with licht. I'll be sitting on eggs lest he should find out that half of the chairs now are bedroom chairs.' 1 Hoots ! he'll be at the fit of the table, and he never moves aince he has set down. Eneas is not a jumping -jack — he gangs about his business with deliberation, as befits a gentleman, and no a waiter that's aye bobbin' up at your elby. I wish he had gotten something better than the toasted cheese that nane of us can touch even in the middle of the dav, for our stamacks,' ended Miss Janet, half uncon- sciously committing a pious fraud on her- self and her sisters, and not caring to recall that, for the price of the cheese and such- like dainties, the family had been obliged to go without a scraping of butter on their bread for more than one breakfast and tea — their principal meals lately. ' But it is only his lunch before his mess denner, and there's jeely and bread- — he LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 217 bad a great troke [trade] with jeely and bread when he was a laddie — and the claret in the claret- joog to set affthe table.' There was a pause, during which a kind of scared look came into Miss Bethia's pallid and haggard, no longer simpering face. ' If everything gangs bit by bit, Janet,' she said with a little catch in her breath, * and we eat them a' up, there will sune be — not to say not a table to set a meal upon, there will not be a meal left — the very parritch and trecle will fail. How will we keep it from the Lieutenant, and what will we do then V 1 Wheesht ! things will never come to that pass,' said Miss Janet with whitening lips, but still speaking resolutely. ' You never ken what may happen — ■ a silly [delicate] man cannot last for ever.' 1 Oh, Janet, if you mean Archie Fenton of Strathdivie,' cried Miss Bethia, to whom a nod was not as good as a wink, and 2i8 SAINT MUNG0S CITY. every innuendo must be made a plain statement, ' it's ill countin' on dead men's shoon, and he's younger than either you or Meye/ 'I ken that without your telling me,' Miss Janet said snappishly. ' But none of us, auld or young, can live for ever. Surely he may dee as well as another. Forbye, we've been telled the insurance offices refused a policy on his life when his sister was still to the fore ten years syne.' 1 But, oh, it's fearsome to speak of it l' murmured Miss Bethia, as if the next act in the drama would be a plotted murder. 1 I'm sure I'm not wanting to think or speak about it; protested Miss Janet. ' And I'm not sure but we've gane the wrong way,' said Miss Bethia, hanging her head, not so much with conscious guilt as at finding fault with her elder sisters. 'If, before we had let the furniture gang, we had tried a gentleman lodger or twa ' 1 Betheye Mackinnon, do you ken what LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 219 you're say in' V demanded Miss Janet, in a voice the sternness of which was awful in the culprit's ears. ' Is this like a common lodging house ? I mind the day when for the word " lodgers " to have been breathed in St. Mungo's Square would have been for all Glasgy to be up in arms. Are we like lodging-house keepers % Does the trade fit the auld Virginian Mackinnons ? And what of the Lieutenant's honour, I should like to ken V ' Well, I'm sure, Janet, I meant no harm,' said Miss Betheye, almost reduced to tears ; l and folk were not so nice lang syne. I aye mind how our mother used to speak of Leddy Mary and Leddy Betty Bogle, who thocht no shame to be dress- makers, though their father claimed an earldom.' ' The earldom claimed or allowed made all the difference in the world,' said Miss Janet oracularly. ' Not that the Mac- kinnons have not their richts as well as £2o SAINT MUNG&S CITY. the Bogles. Forbye, the mantua-making and millinery was held a genteel trade. But a lodgin'-house with maiden leddies waitin' on strange men ! I wonder at you, Betheye !' The last stroke overwhelmed Miss Bethia. ' Eh ! I didna think,' she cried so falter- ingly that her judge was mollified. ' Weel, you maun mind another time and not be so heedless with your words. You're not a bairn now, Betheye. But say no more about it. Let me hear about the order that Walkin^shaw's has riven you for hand-made nicht-gowns. I micht manage the hemming of the tails [skirts] and the running up of the seams, though even with my glasses I cannot attempt the stitching.' 1 I could manage it all fine myseF, and let you lie down in the afternoons ; you're that troubled with the fires, and the flares, and the beds, and only auld Tibbie to wash LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 221 out the doorsteps and carry awa' the aiss. Then Meye's winter hoast [cough] is not awa', so that ye cannot get rested in the nicht. Oh, I could manage fine ! But they say there's little demand for hand- sewing, so muckle is done now with the machine. The feck o' folk are pleased even though the ends are not fastened and the sewing does not last. They have ta'en fourpence aff the price, and they find faut with the heathering,' ended Miss Bethia, in a deplorable voice. ' The very thing that I prided myself on — me that was sic a gude worker of sprigged and heath e red collars — do you mind V ' Set them up !' cried Miss Janet indig- nantly. ' They sulci be proud to have a leddy sew for them, that was the best fancy-worker, as well as the best piany- player, in Glasgy. But they ken nae better. What sulci some auld mill lass, ganging trailing now in silks and satins, understand of heathering and sprigging? 2 2 2 SAINT j M UNG OS CITY. It is a disgrace to the auld shop-folk that they humour sic low gentry. I wonder what Walkinshaw's would say if I sent Eneas to them, ganging tramping into the shop, and maybe drawing his swurd, if he were in his regimentals, because of the insult to his auntie V ' Na, na, Eneas maun never hear a cheep [whisperj about it ; you would be the last to tell him. It would be a fell-like tiling for him if it were ever jaloused that ane of his aunties — auld Eneas Mackinnons great- grand-dochters — wrocht for a shop. Sirs ! my heart came into my mouth the la*t time he was here, and spoke of the Mac- masters' ball, and me kennin' all the time, and having onlv the word of Walkinshaw's it would be kept secret, that I had just sent to the shop a set of slip-bodies — cammy- soles, they ca' them now — for the Mi^s Ma cm asters!' 1 3Jiss Macmasters ! quo she,' echoed Miss Janet, in the highest key ; ■ Lass LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 223 Macmasters would be liker the thing. Why, her faither was the lamp-lichter in the Square, and his faither a ferryman up the water. I thocht, when he spoke, offishers rnak' theirselves cheap noo-a-days, and the Macmasters' was not a house for Eneas Mackinnon to set his foot intil.' 1 For a' that, he said it was the brawest house on that side of the Park, and the Miss Macmasters were not ill-lookin, and did their dancing-maister credit, if they could but get rid of the Glasgy tongue. I wonder what there is in the Glasgy ony mair than in the Edinburgh or the Perth speech. But they're no lecldies, or it wouldna signify how they spoke.' ' Leddies ! Bab Macmaster's dochters leddies ! Are you daft, Betheye ? But it is aboot Eneas's hour. Meye's watch — the last we have left — is not to be depended on, and we havena the knock [clock] to correct it by. I wish we were nearer a toon knock. There are the factory bells 224 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. in the morning, and at the denner hour, and the sun on the wa' ; but when one has not been bred to lippen [trust] to them, they're apt to be deceitful. I maun see to the cheese. Yes, you'll do,' as Miss Bethia brushed down her shabby, turned silk gown. ' You're looking uncommonly weel, Betheye, and I've just to draw on my gloves before I go to the front door.' 1 The Lieutenant thinks you're getting pridefu', Janet, with your gloves.' 1 What for no ?' asked Miss Janet, between jocoseness and defiance. ' I was entitled to my pride in my youth, and sae may I be yet. But I mauna forget a parting word of caution to Meye.' She crossed to the stationary, isolated sister, and began an incomprehensible pantomime of pointing with her ringer, moving her jaws, shaking her head, and waving her hand. When it seemed lost on Miss Mackinnon, Miss Janet had again recourse to the slate and slate-pencil, saying LIEUTENANT ENEAS MACKINNON. 225 regretfully, ' Poor Meye ! she's no sae gleg [quick] as she was wont to be ; we're so ta'en up, she's left ower muckle to herselY Miss Janet wrote — " If you please, Meye, you'll not touch the cheese, lest there should not be ower muckle for the gentle- man. We'll have some of the bread and jelly, which is the proper lunch for ladies. If there is any cheese left in the dish, it will toast up again for your tea.' Miss Mackinnon understood now, and answered in a voice hoarse and harsh from ■ the absence of modulation — she did not appear propitiated. ' I think I ken what is fit for leddies eating either at lunch or denner, without you giving me a lesson. But you and Betheye are for ever whisper- ing and colleagin thegither, like a pair of ill-bred bairns. I wish you had found some other lunch for our nephew than what makes the smell of a moose-trap all over the house. You micht have had ham and eggs.' vol. 1. 15 226 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. 1 And the ham so dear, and the eggs extortion !' broke in Miss Janet, in an aside to Miss Bethia. 1 Or a chop ; it is long since I have tasted a chop,' Miss Mackinnon continued to complain. ' Puir body ! you would not have been likely to taste it. The Lieutenant would have eaten ane, maybe twa, for his ain share, having a healthy young appetite, and being without a care,' commented Miss Janet once more. Then Miss Mackinnon relented a little : ' Dinna fash [trouble] to keep cheese for me. It is kind of you to think of it, but I would not touch it if you and Betheye had not your share, though it were but a curran' [a crumb]. 'Deed, when I come to think of it, I believe it does disagree with my stamack ; but you, with your housework, and Betheye with her walks back and forwards to Walkinshaw's, should be able to digest whin-staues.' CHAPTER X. FAMILY TALK. Eneas arrived at the appointed time. He was enough of a gentleman not to keep people waiting, though he was also a male version of that unfortunate princess on whom the lines were written : ' There was no hurry in her hands, No hurry in her feet ; For life had brought no joy to her That she should run to meet/ As yet, life had brought little joy to Lieutenant Eneas. He was a stranded young fellow, who had to keep a tight hold of the most innocent inclination. He ate the sparse meal of enforced self-denial and petty economy, without any higher aim 15—2 228 SA INT MUNG O'S CITY. than to keep himself afloat in an irksome position. He saw no end to his slavery to circumstances, while it was rendering him hopeless and spiritless, though the youth still left in him asserted itself by fits and starts. He might turn his face to the wall and knock under any day. It is men like him who, when sickness comes, though they are or ought to have been in the flush and vigour of their days, make little fight for life. He was received with open arms, like a conquering hero. But happily he was not overpowered with caresses, for the Miss Mackinnons were of the old tough Scotch fibre that disdained fondling. He was grateful to them for it, and put up with other inconveniences, such as their per- petual satisfaction with his position and crow of exultation over his lot. It was not for him to undeceive them ; besides their world was not his world, they would never appreciate his difficulties — he could FAMILY TALK. 229 hardly dignify them by calling them trials. He had a vagne impression that the old grey house looked emptier and more cheer- less, as well as more haunted than formerly, and that his aunts were liker scare-crows than they used to be. The young sisters dressed alike now, finding that, as they were very much of one size, they could manage better by borrowing and exchang- ing articles of dress, so that a presentable suit of clothes might be said to do duty for both ladies so long as only one appeared at a time. This was impossible in the present instance, but it would not strike Eneas if little bits of deshabille peeped out here and there. The two wore the same arrangement of lace — alas ! it was imita- tion in these latter days — disposed about the gaunt drab heads ; the same old- fashioned collars reaching to the shoulders, turned up cuffs, and ' belts ' round their short waists. But what Miss Bethia had 2 3 o SAINT MUNGOS CITY. gained in imposing style she had lost in the quality of the materials. By the time Lieutenant Eneas was established at the foot of the table, and the aroma of a dozen mouse-traps had assailed his delicate nostrils, he felt a good deal exercised by the necessity of divulg- ing a step he had taken. He was half ashamed of its origin, and he was afraid his aunts might suspect and resent the liberty. But there was no retreat. He had already presented rnits, which Lady Semple had suggested as an appro- priate gift to old ladies. The offering had met with approval, been received with plaudits indeed ; only Miss Janet had failed to remove her gloves, to try her muffles, as she termed them, on her scan. •, under sheds, against hay-stacks, on the bare hillsides. If the night set in soaking wet — instances had been known of an Icelandic experience — the churches would be thrown open to the dripping, shivering troops of men, women, and children by humane people in authority, who did not 'find it inconsistent with their religion to discover THE PEOPLES HOLIDAY. 285 that churches were made for men, and not men for churches. In young Tarn's steamer the scum came more and more to the surface. Silenus and his crew prevailed over decent work- ing men and women, who took refuge in effacing themselves and cautiously with- drawing into obscurity. The crowded decks presented an orgie, kept up to a maddening refrain, given forth by hundreds of singing, shouting, and swearing men, bawling women, and crying children. It seemed next to a miracle that the sailors could preserve the faintest remnant of discipline, escape the demoralizing influ- ences around, and continue to manage the ship so as to prevent any hideous accident. The night wind blew cold, even on a summer evening, the humid climate, which forms an excuse for the frequent resort to the hot wine — the barley -bree of the country — relieved itself by the frequent discharge of pelting showers. The wist- 286 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. fully smiling side of the weather was gone, and only the sulks and tears were left. The shores of the river grew dark and disconsolate. The very river — blue, like the Rhone in some of its more favourable aspects — was now a muddy grey, sugges- tive of much dirt, which the dredging machines were insufficient to clear away. Every voyager, except those past feeling, grew chilly and weary. The women drew the skirts of their gowns over the wearers' shoulders and heads to afford them shelter and to protect finery, of which the feathers were draggled, and the artificial roses drooping. The men buttoned up their coats, turned up the collars, and smoked heavily. The children experienced the consequences of a slight swell on the water and a day's surfeit. There was a desperate determination to dance impossible dances, and as much pro- miscuous embracing as if men were living in the days of the great French Revolu- THE PEOPLES HOLIDAY. 287 tion, and vowing eternal liberty, equality, and fraternity. At last more than one free fight arose, in which Tarn, with his broad shoulders, clear head, and indignant heart, felt bound to interfere. Like the grand, inspired legislator — the friend of his people in their slavery — Tarn, too, would have said, * Wherefore smitest thou thy fellow V and would have received the refusal, with reason here, to acknowledge him as a ruler and judge. ' The redder's lick ' was readv for him, as for his neighbours. Several men who had broken all bounds in their drunk frenzy turned upon him — 1 What are you doing here, young Drys- dale, spying ferlies [wonders] ? We want nane o' your countenance. Auld Tarn is worth a dizzen o' you ; but we dinna want him nayther, nooadays. Mind your am bizness ; it's for nae gude ye're skulking here in oor boat. Is't oor lasses you're seekin' ? — gentlemen like you can try these 288 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. tricks — or a handle to haud over our heads if we get into a scrape, or a sham of teach- ing us to behave like gentlemen? But you're no a generation out o' the dirt yoursel' — for a' your faither's braw hoose and your mither's fine carriage. Tak' you care, young Tarn Drysdale, or we'll gie you a dook [dip] in the water for your pains.' Tarn was surrounded and borne away by some of the sober men in his vicinity. One of them knew him sufficiently, and had enough interest in him, to remonstrate : ' What made you come with us the day, sir ? It was a fule's errand. It would have been all very weel if it had been a maister's treat, in which the maister still keeps the upper hand. But the Fair-days are like the daft-days at the New Year, they are an exception to a ithers. They belong mair to the riff-raff than to ony ither portion o' the community. I've halt' made up my mind to stay at hame and THE PEOPLES HOLIDAY. 289 shut mysel' in the hoose with the gude- wife and the weans another year ; leastways, though Granny at Rothesay be dis- appointed, I'll not jine ony o' the shoals on the water. I question whether Norman himsel' could have quieted them at sic a time.' Then Tarn remembered there was one ostensible working-day in the year when even his father did not venture to the works or the office. For on the 1st of January (old style) these brethren of labour — descendants of an old severely religious people — the Whigs of the West, having begun the year with their first- footing and their exchange of bottles on every side, were ' roaring fou/ almost to a man, for the space of twelve hours — the quietest individual in ordinary circum- stances being often the most madly hilarious or brutally violent on these privileged occasions. ' Ca' canny till they settle down again,' had been auld Tarn's vol. 1. 10 2 9 o SAINT MVNGaS CITY. wary advice. ' Puir chiels, they have not sae mony break-oots, and there will be sair heads and shamed faces among them the morn.' CHAPTER XII THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. Auld Tam and Mrs. Drysdale went a good deal into company like themselves — rich millowners with whom Tam had large connection in business, and the heads of some of the most nourishing trades in Glasgow, who had become, in one way or another, acquainted with the wealthy dyer and calico-printer, and who had often the common ground with him that they too had risen from the ranks. There is a spell in money, as in many potent things, which draws the possessors into an alliance — offensive and defensive. It would be hard to sum up the thou- sands represented by Tam Drysdale's ac- 19—2 292 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. quaintances. Though he had not forgotten his poorer friends, and did them many a £Ood turn, he had a genuine respect for money, or rather for the qualities con- cerned in its acquisition. He made excuses for the rich man no less than for the poor. ' He's made a grand job o* that mill, or that pit,' he would say. ' They cry he's near-handed, or he's fond o' the bottle, or he's grown an imperious dug in his age. But what would you have ? Think of what he's been and dune ! Money has its temptations. Them that have spared in their youth may be led into stinting still in their riper years, or they may be beguiled into menseless- ness, as it were, to make up for the past. If men commence to scrape and dgo at your bicldin', it's no aye easy to refrain from walking over their neck>. More by token, a man that has made and keepit riches has as frequently as not shown his •superiority — that he has the brains, the THE PLEASURES OE THE RICH. 293 srneddum [spirit], the self-restraint, and the energy that render men fit to rule.' Tarn put a prosperous mans high value on prosperity, while with his feeling for adversity there mingled, in spite of his kindness of heart, a shade of impatient scorn. Mrs. Drysdale had also her estimate of her friends — those richly clad, frequently overgrown as well as overweighted women, who for the most part formed her circle, affected by the texture of their satins and velvets, and the contents of their jewel- boxes. She did not apply the same test to Lady Semple, for even Eppie's simple judg- ment was quick enough to discern that her ladyship, who had a habit of wearing shabby silk gowns without ornament, be- longed to a different class and must be measured by another rule. The visiting consisted largely of dinners -conducted with the greatest formality. The great points at those dinners were the 2 9 4 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. costliness of the table equipage and the expense and unseasonableness, rather than seasonableness, of the viands. So much silver glittered on those mercantile tables that it began to be a drug and little thought of, as the metal was at Jerusalem in the days of King Solomon. There was a talk of silver-gilt, even of a sprinkling of gold vessels, to create a sensation. The givers of the feast were still dead to the merits of rock-crystal, else there would have been an opening for it. Salmon, the first day the Act of Parliament permitted the rivers to be drawn ; lamb when the frost-bitten grass was still sprinkled with snow, peas and strawberries, not half-withered im- portations from the shores of the Mediter- ranean, and yet not brought to maturity before the month of May by an unaided Scotch sun ; the earliest oysters, grou> and venison. Tarn and Mrs. Drysdale viewed those feasts — not necessarily of reason — with the THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH 295 greatest respect, and dressed in the man and woman's best to do the entertainments honour. The husband and wife took their station as host and hostess in the Drysdale Hall drawing-room, or drove off as guests in the Drysdale Hall carriage, with some- thing like solemnity, as for an imposing rite. Notwithstanding their laudable en- deavours to grace the scene, neither looked half so well as in his or her ordinary attire. There was a specially clownish air about Tarn in his fine broadcloth and fine linen. Mrs. Drysdale suffered more than ever from the disadvantage of being ' braw ' in her richest velvet and most delicate lace. It was to little purpose that he wore on one of his little fingers a sapphire fit to be an heirloom, or that her bracelet, brooch, and ear-rings far outshone that broken diamond necklace, found after a fire among the ruins of Shawfield House, of which there is still an old Glasgow tradition. But the excellent couple were not 296 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. singular. Their fellow guests were, to use a Scotch phrase, 'as fine as they could hing,' rejoicing in the costliest materials and the most expensive of tailors and modistes to furnish the toilette. Dockens were wagging with a vengeance. The re- sult was not cheering when the personal comeliness which distinguished the Drys- dales was wanting. It was positively de- pressing. Nobody seemed quite at home in his or her clothes. They were not as if they had grown upon the wearers' backs — which is the perfection of dressing, and the women had the expression of thinking of nothing else but their wardrobes and those of their neighbours displayed for the general benefit. Young Tarn and Claribel were only oc- casionally present at these dinners. St. Mungo's city drew a hard and fast line between the old and the young in these matters. The visiting of the latter in- cluded the staying for two or three days at THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 297 a time at a friend's house where there were young people like themselves (the seniors rarely paid a visit which lasted over a night), balls, public and private, junior clubs, the theatre, the hunting-field, and all picnics that were not purely family affairs. But the solid dinners lay in the province of the elders, and formed their dissipation. If an exception was made it was in young Tarn's favour, for his benefit or loss. His sex and the probability of his entering into his father's business entitled him to greater consideration than any girl, how- ever handsome or well-dressed or otherwise mistress of the situation. He was fitter company for the elderly men, since Young Glasgow can generally talk business with as much zest as his father can talk it — nay, sometimes with a glitter of the eye under the smooth forehead and hair the hue of the raven or the squirrel, which hints at an increase of the gambling spirit in the population. 298 SAINT MVNGOS CITY. As for Claribel, though she knew what she was about, and could suit Lady Semple, who found her a most useful and obliging young friend, Clary had very little to say on the stock themes of servants and trades- people to matrons of her mother's type. It was to this level that Mrs. Drysdale's conversation fell in society; though when she was alone with her daughter Eppie, she could tell charming tales, idyls of old country and town life, embellished by queer figures and quaint customs — Egg Jean, Bell Geordie and Creepy Kate ; Milky May-day, and Hallowe'en with its nuts and apples. But from the time that Tarn and Mr>. Drysdale started, sitting side by side like a pair of wedded doves, he with a glove in one hand and she with her laced pocket- handkerchief in her lap, talking with bated breath of the richest and greatest persons they expected to meet, they were ( upon their manners/ she naturally more Bubdued THE PLEASURES OE THE RICH. 299 than he, but both considerably impressed. Solemnly Tarn stepped from the carriage at their destination and handed Mrs. Drys- dale out under the awning put up to shelter them from the elements. Arm in arm, in spite of modern usage, the two were passed from one officiating domestic to another, in the line of servants stationed in the hall, on the staircase, in the corridor, a tolerabl} 7 " numerous band, when, according to the way in St. Mungo's city, Tarn tipped each servant, crossing every palm with silver as he passed its bowing owner. At last came the stentorian announce- ment, ' Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale ;' and the door was flung open to reveal another pair, generally portlier and as well clad, stand- ing in the centre of another gorgeous drawing-room, with a stream of black coats, gold chains, white ties, velvet and moire, flashing stones and choice bouquets, circling or subsiding into a stationary ring round the central couple. 3oo SAINT MUNGOS CITY. The dinner itself was a very serious, not to say ponderous, business, in which each eater not only dwelt on the merits of soup and entrees, but appraised the madeira which had travelled round, the world, and the home-raised pines. The circumstances did not admit of much talking, unless in a word or two to next neighbours. It was only when the pheasant made its exit, and the port and the cheese took its place, that the sense of responsibility was lessened, and a strain of good-fellowship, always in- creasing in joviality, began to prevail. The tongues of the men commenced to wag on politics, local interests, and when two of a trade met, ' shop ' was not absent. There was no lack of shrewdness, broad common-sense, and fair intelligence, for these men — reckoning them from those who had made the humblest beginnings—-- had all received a fair parish-school educa- tion, and their acquirements had been en- larged and rubbed into the best condition THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 301 by intercourse with the world, and the calculations and speculations of trade. There were college-bred men among them, and members of the old Glasgow houses — not stranded like that of Mackinnon, but borne on to this day on the full tide of prosperity. It was among the last that the best attributes of the born and bred diner-out showed themselves in a fund of appropriate anecdote — not coarse or worse — and in a peculiar humour not so much caustic as dry in its ripeness, like the cham- pagne, sometimes with a dimly perceptible current of sadness in its mirth, as the best Scotch wit, unlike English wit or French wit or American wit, seems always to play on the wan face of 'The mighty waters sounding evermore.' The guests who thus contributed to the entertainment of the company were not entitled to complain that they were not in request, or were not the men whom their 3 02 SAINT MUNGGS CITY. hosts and fellow-guests delighted to honour. Such men need never have sat at their own tables, and though they were often by no means the richest men present, their shadows never grew less, and they kept their own even in a money-making, money- respecting community. Young Tam could not for the life of him imagine what his father, especially, could see to like in such feasts. The young man was at war to the knife with all the luxury and parade. He hated to find his father and mother making part of them. They did and said more things to vex him then than at any other time, though they were not worse or nearly so bad as other people present. Tam and Mrs. Drysdale's know- ledge might be at fault, but their native modesty and kindly instincts — which for- bade them to render themselves conspic- uous or to offend anybody's prejudices when the husband and wife were aware of them — were almost always to be trusted. THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 303 If young Tarn had been wiser he might have let his parents alone, and thought no more of them, with an easy mind. Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale were not like the Nimmos, who had begun life with a small eating-house, and were now wholesale ex- porters of provisions to a vast extent ; but though her apparel matched that of the best gentlewoman in the room, and she had a set of rubies without its equal in St. Mungo's, she could never be allowed to have any other partner at table than one of her sons who was familiar with her little habits, and took the liberty of engross- ing her conversation on the petawties and thepiz,and that donnert deevil of a servant ; and what for should she not pyke her teeth when a curran' had got into ane of them ? and she minded when a whole glass- fu' of toothpicks was provided for the customers at the shop in the close. Her husband was not so objectionable, but he was the better of his daughter-in-law at 304 SAINT MVNGOS CITY. his elbow. She was a sharp, determined little woman of better standing, and warned off the servants with the sherry and the liqueurs, under his very nose. No ; young Tarn was a prig and an ass if he imagined he had any real reason to blush for the authors of his being. He was bound rather to be thankful to them for more than the goodly heritage they had provided for him, at which he ' cast laith/ even for their manly and womanly courteous self-mastery. Still he would have been relieved if his father had not brought forward his Burgundy, and pro- mised his host the next time he came to Drysdale Hall the taste of such a brand as was not to be found in Hamilton Palace, and his mother had not called macaroni 1 mikeronis/ and Charlotte a la Russe 1 Chaurlotte-ally-Eice.' He did not care half so much when she cried out, ' Keep me, the day !' at the most exciting of Mr. Rowland's stories, and his father was sur- THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 305 prised into a guffaw that seemed to shake the table. Small faults to rankle in a mind that was not little. It was only sore in a tran- sition phase, and raw in its youthfulness. Younof Tarn had not time and attention to spare for good stories. He felt angry with himself when he was forced to laugh. A set of old tomfools, he was tempted to style his companions. Life was earnest : he could not afford to waste it in such child's play. He thought of the gross revelry of the Fair-days, he recalled the misery of times of strike and failures in cotton, and he wondered that men and women with souls to be saved could thus trifle with the signs of the times. He would not have exposed himself to the purgatory of these dinners, at which he sat in his goodly young manhood like a killjoy, had he not known that to refuse all such invitations would incense his father as much as anything he had yet done. vol. 1. 20 % 06 SA INT MUNG OS CI 1 V. > It was not only by his father and mother's satisfaction with these pompous ieties that young Tarn felt aggrieved ; he was still more exasperated with Ath< Murray's barefaced enjoyment of the ridi- culous proceedings. There was an excep- tion made for Athole sometimes, as for young Tarn, in putting her name on the dinner-lists. Her father was frequently one of the guests, for two reasons. First, he was an old and respected native of the locality ; in the second place, when he was in the mood, he was one of the most accom- plished story-tellers of the circle, one of the most learned in the curious records of the great city of which all her citizens are proud. His comparative poverty was thus condoned, and he was welcomed to rich men's tables, at which he did not refuse to sit because he was not himself rich. Dr. Peter had boasted that he had friends amoiiff the wealthv as well as the THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 307 poor. He did not grudge the former a farthing of their hundreds of thousands. He could make as much allowance for their temptations as one of the men themselves — Tarn Drysdale — could do. It pleased Dr. Peter to exercise his faculty on their behalf. They were worthy fellows, many of them, he maintained, and few knew, as he was in circumstances to know, the good they did, not only by their public works, but by their private charities. If he could contribute to their entertainment — they were not always easy to entertain, as they were not particularly entertaining in a mixed company — that was their weak point ; if he could help them to a right good laugh, he should always think it a privilege and a compliment to himself to play his part. It was awkward to invite Dr. Murray to a party which included ladies, and ex- clude Athole, his solitary specimen of womankind. As the mistress of her 20—2 3 o8 SAINT MUNGO'S CITY. father's household, she had something of the brevet rank of a matron ; therefore she appeared occasionally, like young Tarn, at the elderly people's dinners. She had no individual taste for heavy, prolonged meals, and there was sometimes not another young person present to keep her in company ex- cept the young Turk from Drysdale Hall. Athole was at ease and contented in her home-life, but she did not despise a change. She thought it good for her father. She liked to see him among his contemporaries, and she had a cordial esteem for some of them, not altogether derived from him. The girl was an exceedingly simple figure among the magnificent dames. It would have been absurd in her to try to cope with them, or even with the daughters — when there were daughters — of the houses where the entertainments took place. For the husbands' or fathers' in- comes far more than outnumbered in thou- sands what her father could claim in THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH 309 hundreds. Athole's silk gown was not as thick as leather, according to a definition which she had heard some of the favoured matrons apply to their silks. It was gene- rally supplemented by some gauzy material with which she rang changes. She hoped her single state and her twenty and odd years carried off her failure in the virtues of the Worth School, on which not only newspaper paragraphs, magazines of fashion, and novels by benighted female hands, but novels concocted under male auspices, in- sist, with a sort of man-milliner gusto dis- tressing to realize. If her supposed pro- bation did not justify what fine ladies might call her shabbiness — what then ? It did not signify. Athole laughed at the idea, and her thin, dark face and brilliant eyes looked more bizarre and expressive than ever. A ' shilpet, blecket, poorly got-up lassie,' many of the ladies called her, with disdainful pity. Yet their hus- bands were fond of talking to the Cinder- 3 1 o SAINT M UNG OS CITY. ella who had not yet met her fairy god- mother. And, after all, this Cinderella's rags were no rags, and by no means without womanly and artistic taste in their disposal ; only they were not rich and rare like the approved garments of the day. Athole knew very well, under her philosophy, what became her, and used to say that though she were as rich as Croesus, she did not think she would adopt costly array. In addition to the consideration she professed for her maid Jeannie, to whom Athole was a law in dress — who, like many hand- maidens, copied her mistress at a humble distance — Athole was satisfied satin and velvet and the cunning devices of the most ingenious and extravagant of dressmakers did not suit her style as they suited Claribel Drysdale's outward woman. Athole was plain, and simplicity did best with plain- ness. She did not wish to look like a fan- tastic Frenchwoman. THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH 31 1 Besides being set apart for each other when they were the only young people at these dinners, there were mingled attrac- tion and repulsion between Athole Murray and young Tarn Drysdale. She knew that he was affronted by her levity in relishing these feasts, and it tickled her that he should be so affronted. He knew that she did not believe in his modified Communism, and looked upon it as a particular kind of juvenile disease — not so common as the measles, but occasionally to be seen even in the sons of rich men. He was aware that she laughed at him, and he was piqued by her laughter — piqued to bring her to a juster frame of mind by proving his sin- cerity. When he meditated anything desperate — resigning his birthright, going to Australia, turning out to work for his own hand at any work for which he was qualified — he always took into account how Athole Murray would look and what she would say ; if she would believe in him 312 SAINT MUNGOS CITY. then, and if she would be sorry for having mistaken him. 1 1 hope you are enjoying yourself, Miss Murray,' said young Tarn frigidly, on one of these occasions. His tone sounded as if his hope partook more of the nature of a fear. He was standing before her, after the gentlemen had joined the ladies in the drawing-room. Athole was sitting on a couch, near a knot of gentlemen who oc- cupied the hearthrug with cups of tea in their hands, and a raconteur improving the moment till the whist-tables should be set out. A chorus of laughter testified to the capabilities of success on the part of the narrator. ' Thanks, exceedingly,' answered Athole, suddenly brightening her whole appearance by the expansion of a curious little scarlet fan which she held in her hand. ' But don't let me miss Mr. Rowland's next story - — he is in great force to-night.' 'I wonder you can be entertained by stale Joe Millers.' THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 315 ' But as I am entertained, and as he is just going to tell a story which always makes me laugh, though I have heard it a hundred times, please don't talk just now. Perhaps it is not so familiar to you ; if so, you cannot guess what a treat it will be/ She stopped, and set herself to listen, and he was compelled to follow her example. Mr. Rowland was retailing the strait of a Highland dancing-master, whose steps were unassailable, but whose music was confined to his voice, with which he sang, to improvised appropriate words, the tunes of the strathspeys and reels through which he was assiduously marshalling his pupils. Mr. Rowland gave examples, humming the doggerel in alternately slow and fast time, with his comical cracked voice, in keeping with the comical jiggy airs : 1 Now, Jock, for sure and certain, Come tiddle and come tartan, You'll dance with Betty Martin, She's a pridefu' little queen.' 3M SAINT MUNGVS CITY. ' And you there, White Breeks, White Breeks, Set you to Red Cheeks, Ked Cheek . Or you're no worth a preen.' ' Mr. Tarn,' said Athole. behind her fan, ' have you forsworn laughter ? Have you taken the pledge in that direction I Oh, I should not like to be Clary and Eppie ! Now hear my story. There was once a very great lady listening to the reading of a very small book. The hapless author — a misled young woman — mutual friends supposed, mistakenly of course, might profit by the great lady's patronage. " Oh !" she said, with a shudder at a cer- tain point in the tale, " whatever she's going to do, I hope she's not going to be funny." ' Youno- Tarn was driven to smile, and at the unusual sight auld Tarn, whose eyes were resting on the couple, experienced a -econd twinp*e of doubt regarding them. Young Tarn could not be so depraved in taste as to be making up to that insigni- THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH 3T5 ficant, nearly ugly, lassie of Dr. Peter's, with all the beauties and all the fortunes in Glasgow awaiting his choice. The next moment Dr. Peter Murray walked up to his daughter and young Tarn. Auld Tarn took heart of grace, and made a fourth in the group. 1 By-the-bye, do you know anything of a Highland tramp who has been down with fever in the servants' offices at Semple Barns V young Tam was asking the doctor. 4 1 met him with Macnab, Sir James's dog- man, in the Rothesay boat, on one of the Fair-days. The Highlander had come to Glasgow, as I understood his countryman to say, full of some talk about Drysdale Haugh, andtheMackinnons and Drysdales, as if he had business with one or the other. But his wits, if he ever had any, were far to seek when I saw him. The poor, miser- able fellow seemed at the last gasp ; indeed, I should not wonder if he were not alive.' * I never heard of such a person,' inter- 316 SAINT MUNG 0\S CITY. posed auld Tarn in surprise. ' I've had little troke [traffic] with the Highlands, and the queer thing is how this mon should ken of Drysdale Haugh — that is, if he is not a Glasgy Highlander, born and bred within a hunder yards of the Gallowgate. I am not so full of conceit as to fancy the fame of my works has crossed the lochs, and floated as far awa' as Skye, or John o' Groat's.' ' I attended the man/ said Dr. Peter, ' and I can bear witness that he had heard of you or somebody of the same name, and of your works, and that they had belonged to a Mackinnon. I was curious to know if his acquaintance extended to the Mur- ray s, but I could never find that he paid us that compliment in his delirium. He's not dead, but he's as bad. His mind became affected to such a degree, and he grew so unmanageable, that I had to apply to have him lodged as a pauper in the asylum. He may recover his judgment, or he may not. THE PLEASURES OF THE RICH. 317 I thought, to begin with, it was simply bodily and mental weakness, following on the fever in a bad subject, and that when the first was better the second would mend in a measure. But I can no longer pro- nounce on the case/ ' I hope the poor sinner was not an im- postor trying to get up a begging story, and turn a penny on some scrap of infor- mation he had picked up,' suggested auld Tarn. ' You mind Mackinnon went to the Hielands for sport every season ; but, pre- serve us, he's been dead for mair than twenty years!' 'And this man — a shauchled [ill knit] half-natural at best, broken down by hard- ship and poor living — is not above thirty or thirty-five, judging of him professionally. He was never likely to trump up a story to much purpose, and now he is hors de combat either in the business of imposition or in any other. That word " business" is sometimes oddly applied. 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