^A^^^yi^yJ '-^4CMyn^r L I E) RARY OF THE U N IVER5ITY Of ILLINOIS V.I ^:Z^,^'^*^ ^ /^^^y^ and stands on the very points of his hind heels BROWN AS A BERRY. 199 barking and growling, with every hair on his body quivering with emotion and exasperation, while the cat has taken refuge on the mantel- shelf, having knocked down an image of the Duke of Wellington in china, on a fearfully and wonderfully prancing horse, which is thereby smashed to atoms. Out comes the old woman in white mutch, red and black checked shawl crossed over her chest, and grey linsey woolsey petticoat, to the door, picks up the unlucky infants, bestowing hearty cuffs upon them by way of cheering them a little, and pours forth a volley of abuse at Terrier in the very broadest Lowland Scotch, which is complete gibberish to both Thyrza and himself. From within pro- ceed sounds of snarls and growls ; the cat is spitting and swearing ad libitum ; Wasp has got on the top of the chest of drawers and is within an ace of touching the cat^s whiskers. It is a stupendous moment of excitement for Wasp ; but just as he makes a snap at puss, which she eatfuUy parries by a vicious dab at his black nose. Terrier brings his triumph to an untimely end, by catching him and lifting him down by the scruff of his neck. It is a primitive little cottage of two rooms, a but and a ben, contain- ing dark, close box-beds. The floor is earthen, without any pretence at boards ; some flaring 200 BROWN AS A BERRY. Scripture prints and cheap valentines hang over the mantelpiece ; bannocks are baking on a girdle over a peat fire ; the rafters are filled with newspapers ; bags of onions ; fishing-rods ; a couple of guns_, and besides seem appa- rently to be the receptacles for the family- clothing. A cuckoo-clock ticks away in one corner^ its hands creeping slowly over its old^ faded, painted face^ and a big Bible in a print cover is on the window-sill. The spinning-wheel, at which the woman was workings stands at the fireside^ and a box of pirns or large reels of yarn lies on the floor. "What is your name?^^ asks Ferrier^, as she is obliged to draw to a close from sheer want of breath. " Margaret Gow/^ is the reply. "Wellj here's half-a-crown for you," says Ferrier. " On whose property do you live ?" " Carmylie/^ she returns^ considerably pacified. " And it's a sair job I hae to gaither the baw- bees till the rent, and that's true, sir. This is an awfu' uncanny hoose, and sic cauld winds i^ the winter, and me sic troubled wi' the rheu- matics and near dead wi' the teeth ache/'' " Well, 1^11 think over what can be done about giving you a better floor." " The lord keep me ! and will you be the new BROWN AS A BERRY. 201 Laird of Carmylie ? Preserve us a,\ and me gieing you yer kail through the reek that gait. He's a bonny bit beast that/'' endeavouring to pat Waspj who is delivering certain parting growls of defiance,, and scratching up the dust with his feet. But Wasp refuses the overtures of peacCj and keeps close at Ferrier's heels. As they move away the man who unloosened the horse from the cart at the bridge appears with the said cart and draws up at Gow's cottage. He is a tall, powerfully built man, six feet two or three in height, with shoulders like those of a Hercules ; his face is slightly marked with small-pox, and he has the peculiarity of only possessing one arm. " I believe that fellow is one of the biggest poachers for miles round,'' exclaims Terrier. " I never knew his name before, but I suspect he is the son of that delightful Margaret Gow, and those are his wife and children welcoming him home. How he gets his living is a mystery to me ; chiefly by eating his neighbour's game, I am told." " Now, Mrs. Ferrier," continues Jack, " where did I leave off in our little conversation ? You must try to think that we are married, and living, shall we say in London? I am in business and come home at night, done up with the day's 202 * BROWN AS A BERRY. work. After dinner I sav, Thyrza dear_, will you hand me the tobacco ? I am sure you would not refuse. Any one whom you love would be your master. Can you love intensely 1" laying his hand on the reins of the pony and stopping it. " No, monsieur, I don't believe I could/' she answers saucily. *' I shall leave that for the man to do." " Oh_, you story-telling girl, when you have been admiring the devotion of Clarchen for Egmont ! That's the way with you, is it — say one thing and believe another ? But there, mademoiselle, I wish you a better fate than to marry a man like me. I'll tell you what ; take my advice and go in for an eligible. You are coming to our place. I'll ask a few down in the autumn for you to choose from." " I shan't go in for anyone," replies Thyrza. " If they like to go in for me all well and good." " There spoke sweet seventeen. At that period you say, who shall I have ? When you are thirty-seven instead of seventeen, you will wish you had gone in for the eligibles." ^' Never : better be an old maid a hundred thousand times over than lose one's self-respect by marrying a man whom one did not love." " You will find self-respect a poor substitute BROWN AS A BERRY. 203 for the support of a husband^s affection wlieu all your friends and schoolfellows have settled down comfortable in the world with their families^ and you are necessary to the happiness of no one. A woman, at least a nice-minded woman, lives chiefly in her affections. It is all very well to hold those opinions in the bloom and spring- time of your life. You should listen to the experiences of a grey-headed man like me.^^ " Oh, bother the future V says Thyrza, smil- ing ; her dark face dimpling with pleasure. " Perhaps I shan^t live to be old and ugly. I am sure I shall be a hideous old woman, dark persons do not make such pretty old people as fair ones do. That is another advantage men have ; their looks don^t signify at all.^^ " Consolation for me," returns Terrier, " If I had a wife she should be a calm dignified woman of unruffled demeanour ; exquisitely beau- tiful, that is a sine qua non ; she must know the price of everything ; be accomplished ; always know the right thing ; be an angel of amiability ; always well dressed," with a mischievous glance at Thyrza^s collar, which is, as usual, crooked. '' Monsieur desires perfection." " Yes, that is why I shall never marry. My 204 BROWN AS A BERRY. bea-u ideal is not in the flesh. But^ after all, there^s nothing equal to a faithful friend — " And, of all best things upon earth, I hold that a faithful friend is the best. For woman. Will, is a thorny flower ; it breaks, and we bleed and smart." Do you know the rest_, mademoiselle T' ^^ Monsieur quoting poetry?" asks Thyrza, in surprise. " A slip of the tongue, lapsus lingnce, as it used to say in the old Eton grammar." " We turn in here," says Thyrza, pausing at a newly painted green gate, and trim lodge built in imitation of a Swiss chalet, with balconies running round the front, and lattice windows designed more for their picturesque appearance than the purpose of admitting light and air into the dwelling. " Seriously," pursues Terrier, '^ you should cultivate Mark. He is a real good fellow as ever stepped the ground, sound in all points, and free from vice. He does not even smoke too much.^' Thyrza shakes her head. " I am a born old maid." " I have found you out, mademoiselle." " How ? " BROWN AS A BERRY. 205 " You talk for effect.'' " It was rather fun to shock you by making you think I was fast/' she replies, " you did look so scandalized and horrified. I used to delight in telling Miss Holt all sorts of things. But here are Mr. Mark and Mr. Lefroy. If you want to win Mr. Lefroy's heart, praise the lodge and say you noticed the elegant contrivance of the pivot on which the hinge of the gate turns. It is ^ entirely his own design.' " "Well, Jack, glad to see you again. So you have come at last/' says Mark, shaking hands heartily with Ferrier. " I began to think that you had stuck in the middle of the Suez Canal." " I am very glad to be back in England too. I should have been home sooner had it not been that the engines of the steamer got out of order. But I had a nice little continental tour and took it easy." " How long have you been travelling alto- gether ?" asks Mr. Lefroy. " Nearly four months ; but then the vessel broke down, and we were a number of weeks in Bombay, besides my trip through Italy and France/' " Did you walk from Carmylie ? It must have been warm work." " Well, rather. I lost my way half a dozen 206 BROWN AS A BERRY. times by taking wrong turnings at cross-roads. Are there no sign-posts in Scotland ?''^ " Not in the neighbourliood of Lillieshill.^^ " We have only two lumbering carriage horses at Carmylie, which the man and general help informed me were engaged in some carting about the fields. There remaining only an old pony, I preferred walking to breaking my neck. Good people are scarce, you know.^^ " Just so/' says Mr. Lefroy. " How did the ponies I bought for you in London turn out, Mark?'^ " Let me give you a word of warning, Mr» Terrier.'''' " Yes ?'■' inquires Ferrier of Mr. Lefroy. " Never be the person to buy a horse for a friend, and never commission a friend to buy one for you. It's never safe.'^ " Oh ! I don't know about that,'^ breaks in Mark, ^^ it may do very well as a general rule, but it does not apply to Ferrier and me." " That's a nicish animal Mademoiselle is on,^' observes Ferrier, examining its fetlocks, with the light coming into his eyes, which is only seen in an Englishman's when looking at a particularly choice specimen of horse flesh, "would make a good lady's hunter," " YeSj wouldn't it ?" replies Mark, pleased at BKOWN AS A BEREY. 207 Ferrier's approbation. Few things gratify a man more than to praise his judgment regarding horses. " YouVe picked up riding rather quickly, mademoiselle/^ says Ferrier, with a critical glance at Thyrza^s easy seat. "Yesj thanks to Mr. Mark. It has been such a treat. I never knew what living meant until I rode June Rose." '' You must have been pretty well employed, what with painting and riding.'^ "We had nothing else to do, had we, Miss Thyrza? I feel like a fish out of water without my business to attend to, and read the money market list in the papers just out of sheer force of habit. Nice clean high action, has she not?^"* " Yes, steps out well, and lifts her feet cleverly from the ground.^^ " I see you are a chip of the old block, Mr. Ferrier," pursues Mr. Lefroy. *^ There was nothing Mr. Ferrier of Carmylie liked better than to look over a lot of horses." " Ah, yes," responds Jack, " the poor old governor had a good eye for a horse." " WeU, Mr. Ferrier, Luke and I were going to have a look at the cattle before you came. I dare say you don't trouble yourself about any- thing in the agricultural line, or else it would 208 BROWN AS A BERRY. give me great pleasure to show you my model cowhouse/'' " By-the-by, Miss Thyrza, would you like to dismount now ? I^]l take June Rose to the stables for you as Smith is not here/'' Thyrza gives her horse to Mark, and Terrier having no objection to urge, Mr. Lefroy leads the way to his pet hobby, after a brief delay, occasioned by the absence of Mark. The situation of the model cowhouse has been carefully chosen ; it is on a dry sheltered spot, facing the south. The material used for building is brick ; the roof is of variegated coloured slates. The windows are lancet-shaped, like those of a church or chapel, for which the cowhouse has occa- sionally been mistaken, and they are of stained glass. The walls are painted pink, with ventilators in the ceiling. Pipes put all round provide for heating the place in the winter, and the fittings are of polished pine wood. The animals are perfect of their sort ; gazelle-eyed Alderney cows, almost as graceful in their proportions as deer ; sleek, hornless, ^'^ Angus doddieSj" Ayrshire^ and other varieties. The cattle intended for the forthcoming agricultural show in England are in another division of the building ; they are all of one kind, the black Angus. "That fellow there/^ says Mr. Lefroy, indi- BROWN AS A BERRY, 209 eating a noble young bull, black as night, with fiery eyes, beginning to show signs of restlessness at the presence of strangers, " is going up to Bat- tersea by-and-by. He will have his coat laid in butter-milk for a fortnight beforehand, and will travel in a padded carriage, with two men to look after him." '' He is a beauty and no mistake," answers Jack, feeling called upon to make some observa- tion. " I am always remarkably brave when there is a barrier between myself and the danger," says Mark, laughing, while Mr. Lefroy is engaged in showing the good points and breeding of the animal, and relating how he made more than two hundred pounds in prize money the year before. " I remember," remarks Terrier — '' I remember reading an account in the English newspapers some years ago of the rinderpest, which devas- tated the country. Did you lose any cattle then?" '^ No, curiously enough, I never lost one." *^ You were more fortunate then than most people. What do you think your exemption was owing to ?" '^ I never allowed any stranger to enter the cowhouse. Indeed, if her Majesty Queen Yic- VOL, I. 14 210 BROWN AS A BERRY. toria herself had begged me to allow her^ I should have said^ that though as loyal a subject as her Majesty possesses^ I could not consent to her entrance. Then I kept up the system of the cattle ; gave them oilcake and the best of food^ while my neighbours weakened the con- stitution of theirs by arsenicum and other dis- infecting stuff. An acquaintance of mine who reared the best Angus cattle I ever saw — ex- cepting my own — built a hospital in readiness and doctored the poor animals ; he lost every head, and he took it so to heart that he was never the same man afterwards. A small farmer close by where he lived made no attempt at any precautions, and like myself never had a single animal attacked by the disease. Remarkable,, very, was it not?^^ " Very remarkable !" responds Jack. " That fellow looks as though he had a little temper of his own/^ '^ Oh, not in the least, I assure you,"*^ says Mr. Lefroy, gazing with the rapt eyes of a fond lover at the black Angus. " Jupiter is mild as a lamb. He is too fat to be ill-natured. Come, Jupiter, look up, there^s a pretty dear, and let Miss Rutherfurd pat you." In testimony of his meek qualities, Jupiter puts his head between his knees, and lashes his BROWN AS A BERRY. 211 sides witli his tail,, giving a tremendous roar, and endeavours to paw the ground but is unable to make much of this, the floor being paved with encaustic tiles. *• Well, Mr. Terrier/' observes Mr. Lefroy complacently, regarding the cowhouse, which has cost him a long way over the tidy sum of a thousand pounds, with its pointed pepper-box turrets and its Gothic windows, " I do not say it ostentatiously or presumptuously, but my cow- house is the best in the three kingdoms ; " and, after a brief pause, he adds, with a sigh of perfect, unalloyed bliss, his cup of happiness being filled to the brim, ^^ there is no doubt about it.'' " No one can dispute that,-" says Mark. ^^ Come now. Jack, we will go down to the house. You must want pulling together, and I can give uncle's sherry a good character. It has been to India and back to season it." " Ah, you'll not beat my sherry in all Scotland, Mr. Ferrier. You had better bring the dog with you into the drawing-room. I have just had the place newly painted from top to toe, and if you leave him outside he'll scrape all the paint off the door," chimes in Mr. Lefroy, who is always ready to sing his own praises, and though one of the vainest, is also one of the best tempered of men. 14—2 212 BROWN AS A BERRY. Lillieshill is looking its best when tliey reach the front door ; the warm sunshine gilding the old house and its " ivy-green ;''■' the close shaven velvet lawn, studded with flower-beds of scarlet geraniums, yellow calceolarias, blue lobelias, and verbenas, and ribbon-borders of every tint, all out in the most brilliant bloom, while some peacocks strut along, spreading out their iris- hued tails like fans for the admiration, according to the Darwinian theory, of their assembled partners and families. Afternoon tea is set out on a small three- legged table in the conservatory, into which Mr. Lefroy escorts Ferrier, through a door opening on the lawn, for the express convenience, Mr. Lefroy declares, of burglars and other light- fingered members of society. " Thyrza dear, will you pour out tea ?^^ asks Miss Lefroy. ^' I feel rather tired with my morning wanderings.''^ Thyrza at once complies, and Mark makes himself serviceable in handing the cups. As he stands beside Thyrza by a tall New Zealand fern under an arch of crimson Virginia-creeper hang- ing in thick flowers and curving tendrils. Jack thinks what a well-matched couple they are ; he fair and she dark. A good contrast to each other, and Mark is just the right age for Thyrza. BROWN AS A BERRY. 213 Mark, it is true, is older than Jack by some three or four years, but Terrier always feels con- siderably the elder of the two. Jack regards his friend almost tenderly ; his true and faithful friend after the lapse of many years, from boyhood to manhood; no change in the steady real affection which has grown up with time to be solid and enduring as the beauti- ful friendship of David and Jonathan. He knows that whatever trouble or evil hours may come upon him there will always be a warm corner in Luke Mark's heart for Jack Ferrier ; he knows that though the whole world should turn against him, this friend will always welcome him, believe in him, swear to his honour and to his truth, and put complete and absolute trust in him. All else may turn to gall and bitterness ; all else change ; all else forsake him, yet Mark, the companion of his schoolboy pleasures and escapades, of his shooting expeditions for big game up the country in China; of his business speculations in Shanghai, will cleave to him : will — should occasion require such assistance — spend his last pound to help him out of his difficulty. Jack is certain of all this, for he has proved it. He has not a thought but what is shared with Mark ; there is nothing underhand about Jack. Sooner than ^' keep things dark/' 214 BROWN AS A BERRY. or live like Damocles with a sword hanging over his head, he would endure any pain^ however severe it might be at the time, and plain-speaking is one of the attributes which has often made him eremies and got him into trouble. Mark he considers fantastic in many of his notions : was it not peculiar for a young man of three and twenty to adopt an orphan as Mark had done? Most men of that age prefer to spend their money in wild oats and upon themselves. But then it was one of Mark's fancies, which expression to Terrier, who imagines he knows every shade and turn of Luke's face and character, accounts for any outbreak. From the first he had, so to speak, looked after Mark. If Luke got into scrapes at school. Jack most frequently bore the blame; if Mark had an imposition to write. Jack usually wrote the greater part, and read the remainder aloud for Mark's benefit. If Jack had a " grub-box " from home — they were like angels' visits, few and far between, for Jack was little thought of save as a tiresome lad who must be clothed and fed — Mark got the lion's share. Jack fought Mark's battles for him, punched the heads of those who attempted to tyrannize over the somewhat weakly and delicate boy, and was rarely without the ornament of a black eye> gained in Mark's defence. Mark, on his part. BROWN AS A BERRY. 215 spoiled by his indulgent uncle and aunt at Lillieshill, made much of and adored at every turn, took all Jack''s services as his right and a matter of course. He munched Jack^s tarts and spent his sixpences right royally ; next to his mother, Terrier was most deeply attached to Mark. When they grew up and went out to Shanghai, the younger, still as formerly, appa- rently led, and in reality got the roughest of the work. Mark did not desire to give dross in exchange for gold, which is, ah ! such a common bargain; his purse is always open to Jack if he wishes, and he values Ferrier^s good opinion more than that of any other living man. Jack^s standard of right and wrong is that to which Mark pins his faith and swears by. He has only one secret from Jack, and that one is the exis- tence of Lilith Mark. If Jack knew of the deception that has been practised on him by his most intimate friend for years : if he guessed that Lilith was Mark's wife, away would go all their friendship, all the pleasant hours they had spent over their pipes and B, and S.'s; there would be no more fishing, and shooting, and riding together. Jack would never forgive the fraud ; over and over again Mark has heard him say he could forgive anything excepting meanness and deceit ; he would simply not 216 BROWN AS A BERRY. speak to him again, and -would cut Mm dead. However, this disagreeable idea need not be contemplated_, for by no chance nor possibility- can Jack ever find out, unless Thyrza betrays him, and he has settled that matter to his entire satisfaction, so he is quite safe and there is no fear of it leaking out. " Miss Lefroy, can anyone be handsome who is freckled ?" asks Thyrza abruptly, pouring out another cup of tea for Mark. Of all domestic avocations there are not many so pretty and becoming to a woman as that one of making tea. The attitude of raising the arm to lift the tea- pot shoTTS off waist and bust to advantage, and if ordinarily good-looking and possessed of a tolerable figure, almost any girl will look charm- ing at the head of her table, more especially w^hen the table is a little round three-legged one, and the background is of Virginia-creeper. Then, afternoon tea has none of the formality about it that appertains to the late dinner ; there are such convenient opportunities for bewitchingly simple costumes ; and how much can be made out of handing a cup of tea, and the apparently innocent question of whether you take both cream and sugar ? Hardly anybody does now- a-days, but it is wonderful what an aid towards BROWN AS A BERRY. 217 cementing intimacy the discovery of similarity of tastes even in so small a thing as cream or sugar may be. One of the pleasantest hours of the day in a country house is when every one assem- bles for afternoon tea. It is agreeable in the autumn to sit in a corner that was evidently created by the various architects of Lillieshill for " spoony " people^ and talk nonsense over tea and thin bread and butter_, or the delicious sponge cake which almost melts in your mouthy made by Mr. Lefroy's sovereign and paragon of cooking excellence^ the Lillieshill cook ; or to lounge in the summer under one of the fine old beech trees which have charitably been provided with massive and wide trunks, while the rooks caw odd songs to each other_, which^ though discordant and noisy in our ears, may yet sound very melodious to Mrs. or Miss Rook. " Freckles ! " says Miss Lefroy, ^' no, my dear, I should think not.^' ^^ Mr. Ferrier said he thought they were very pretty.'' " Oh no/' rejoins Ferrier, laughing, " I merely said I rather liked them." " Do you know any one with freckles, Jack ? The only person I ever knew who admired them was a man who told me he was partial to freckles and red hair, and besides that he rather affected 218 BROWN AS A BERRY. squints. It afterwards turned out he was en- gaged to a girl who squinted and he married her. Jack clearly intends to marry a squinting young woman with lots of freckles and a meagre supply of light sandy hair." " Oh, nonsense, Mark. I don^t mean to marry. I think I see myself going up the church aisle to execution, with my face very long and pale, my step slow — I should go as slowly as I could — and my hands crossed in front as if they were handcuffed." " It would be a poor compliment to the bride to be welcomed by a lugubrious bridegroom." " I wish Carmylie was in anything like the order in which you have Lillieshill/'' pursues Ferrier. ^' My poor father's death occurred so suddenly and so soon after that of my brother that all energy seems to have been knocked out of my mother, and things have been left to take care of themselves." " Ah, I pique myself a little about Lillieshill,^' returns Mr. Lefroy ; ^' but I manage the farm and garden entirely on my own plan, and though I say it myself, you will not find a place in Europe or America better arranged. It is par- ticularly well managed ; particularly so." " I am disappointed in Carmylie. No doubt it looked better when properly kept, yet I can BROWN AS A BERRY. 219 hardly fancy how my father could have preferred it to Blackbeck in Lincolnshire/^ " He only lived there during the shooting season,, and he liked it because it was near moors swarming with grouse. After the 10th of De? cember he went down to Melton Mowbray for the hunting. But certainly Carmylie is not the house it was during your father^s lifetime."^ " I don^t believe the game is anything par- ticular^, and the villagers poach in broad daylight and think nothing of it. That William Gow coolly walks through the avenue as a short cut to the preserves. The keeper is afraid of him^ and so he goes unmolested."'^ " I know the man/^ says Mr. Lefroy, with interest; '^ comes of a shocking bad lot. He was a Pendicler — that is^ his ancestors got the land their cottage is built on rent free^ in considera- tion of reclaiming some fields from the heather. Gow pays only a nominal rent. Originally these pendiclers were of the very scum of the earth — the ofF-scourings of creation.^' " Well, Gow has a rascally countenance ; but ^ he has a stunning figure." " He loafs about the country, sometimes hawking pedlar's goods, and sometimes he drives a fish cadger's cart. I know he poaches in the 220 BROWN AS A BERRY. Lillieshill woods, but Vve never been able to get hold of bim/^ " Is this a sociable neighbourhood, Miss Le- froy ?''"' asks Jack, turning to her. " It seems a thinly-populated one as regards cottages. I don^t think I passed above a dozen on my way hcre.^^ " There are plenty of gentlemen^s seats, but very few of the owners live in them. When they are inhabited, it is almost always only in the shooting season, and then they are tenanted by rich English merchants. Country houses are very expensive things to keep up properly, especially if you live any distance from a town. How far is Carmylie from Queensmuir ?'' " A little more than twelve miles. ^'' " That is a long way from a post-town. Car- mylie is a dear place to live in, and the grounds and garden alone would require a small fortune expended on them in the shape of gardeners and under-gardeners. It must be very awkward having to send such a distance for your letters and household groceries. How do you manage about your coals ?" " The farmers have a clause inserted in their leases whereby they are compelled, so many times a year, to cart coals from Queensmuir to Carmylie." BROWN AS A BERRY. 221 " Sometliing of the kind is quite necessary. In Tvinter you will be obliged to lay in a store of provisions^ for the road through the glen is sometimes blocked up with snow and is quite impassable for weeks. But perhaps you will not remain over the winter with Mrs. Terrier. '^ " That I cannot tell at present ; but certainly not if I can help it.''"' " Mrs. Terrier, I daresay, feels nervous occa- sionally, being so far distant in case of emer- gency from a medical man. We are better off in that respect at Lillieshill, for we are only six miles from Queen smuir, and we think nothing of that. You have had a sad home-coming, Mr. Ferrier. We were so sorry to lose your father and brother, both such fine hale handsome men too.^^ " It has not been what I looked forward to,^' returns Ferrier, briefly. The spirit moves Mr. Lefroy to offer some consoling observation to Jack, but he does not know in what terms to couch his sympathy. If it had been Jupiter or Europa seized with pneu- monia, he would have found plenty to say. But this is such a different subject, and one in which his feelings and his heart are not so absorbed. " Bless me ! dear me ! dear me ! It is indeed a melancholy thing, very, particularly so. But 222 BROWN AS A BERRY. you know these — eh ! hum ! — these little acci- dents will happen^ and one cannot prevent them V' " Very true/^ answers Jack, moving to show Thyrza a photograph of the house up the Yang- tse-Kiang in which Mark and he lived in China. " What a large house^ monsieur V^ " Yes_, we found our diggings too big for us, so we divided the one great room into several little ones. Not half bad^ was it ?^' " I have the pagoda one too, Jack.^-* " So I see. It^s a capital photograph. There is a temple right at the top of the rock, made- moiselle^ most beautifully ornamented with car- vings. A flight of a thousand steps leads up to it, cut out in the solid stone, and it is a ticklish affair to climb up as the rock is pretty nearly perpendicular,, and the river, which is very deep at that point, flows below. Are there many foxes about here, Mr. Lefroy ?" '' Abundance and to spare. I am not a hunting man myself, and I prefer pheasants to foxes. Sometimes the keeper shoots a fox by mistake.^^ " This must be a stiff* country to ride over with the hills, but there are no hedges and com- paratively few ditches.^^ " Not many hunt ; so few can afford the time BROWN AS A BERRY. 223 and the money for tlie horses. But there is a subscription pack of hounds, and if you like to subscribe the Master will be very glad to gain another member/"' " Not worth while for all the time I shall be at Carmylie. I had nearly forgotten Charity's message. It is about mademoiselle^s coming to Carmylie. Will you all come to-morrow to afternoon tea and croquet ?^'' " I don't think we have any engagement/' says Miss Lefroy. "So we shall be delighted to accept her invitation ; unless, indeed, the day should be hopelessly wet.^' " That is a thing which we can never depend upon. Why 'does not some one invent an apparatus for making sunshine and fine weather to order ? It is one beauty of living in the tropics, you can count on a long tract of fine weather right ahead," replies Jack. " I hope it wont rain. To arrange an open- air party, and then for the rain to appear to spoil it all is so very annoying and disheart- ening.'" " Well, Miss Lefroy, as I wish to get back in time for dinner, I must be moving.'' " Wont you dine with us ?"" she asks. " Thanks verv much, but not to-nig^ht. Good- bye, mademoiselle, you will see to-morrow what 224 BROWN AS A BERRY. a TvikI place your lines are cast in for the future/' " If you wont be induced to remain, Jack, Fll come part of the way with you/' "All right, Luke/' And the two men walk off, both smoking like chimneys. " Blessed be the man who invented sleep," said Sancho Panza, Don Quixote's amusing follower. And blessed, thrice blessed be the me- mory of Sir Walter Raleigh who introduced the use of the soothing weed, echo the votaries of ni- cotine. The man who smoketh not is to be pitied. He may, it is true, save some few shillings but he loses more than he gains. The non-smoker can form no conception of the delicious moments of contemplation — the pleasant reveries — the untold bliss contained in a '' Tip caf — the enchantment which spreads out with the grey vapour — the clever ideas and happy thoughts which flash across the brain, while the smoker, contented and at peace with all the world, puffs out clouds under the influence of Raleigh's tranquillizing discovery. And if the man is to be pitied, how much more that man's wife ! No pipe of peace to be smoked in which the domestic troubles and vexations, all aggravations and that odious "little bill" (still unpaid) , vanish away with the fumes of the tobacco, and irate Benedict returns BROWN AS A BERRY. 225 with the house of his mind swept and garnished from the evil spirit^ even ready to indulge his offending spouse with a new bonnet or to look with favourable eyes on Worth^s last account for that duck of a gown. " Snug box that; Luke/'' says Jack^ looking back at Lillieshill, lying in the afternoon sun among the green lace -like leaves of its beech woods. " I suppose it will be yours some time or other. What a lucky fellow you are V^ "Why, yes; unless Uncle Richard should marry .^' " Jove ! you don^t think he will ?" '^Well, one can never be certain of those old boys. They often end by marrying girls of eighteen. You don't catch them taking any much older. They think women are not like wine, and don't improve by keeping. But I should imagine he would not. It would break Aunt Fanny's heart_, and no other woman would let him fiddle about the housekeeping as she does.'' " Luke, what becomes of fellows who are bankrupts? One continually sees in the list of sequestrations, so-and-so is smashed, and there is the finis." " Don't know, I am sure. Oh, they must of course get something to do. But that reminds me — are you goiug to keep Carmylie on your VOL. I. 15 226 BROWN AS A BERRY. liands and settle there^ or let it aud go out to China again T' '' That depends upon circumstances. To begin with, Carmylie must be sold at once. There is no question about that. It seems my father had not long bought it before the bank in which most of his money was placed collapsed, and he sold part of the moors and mortgaged the rest; so the creditors come upon it."*^ " Whew V says Mark. " What was the mort- gage for?^^ '^ j845,000. That is covered by the property. But my father must have been infatuated, for instead of resting content and living quietly, he went in for horses and jockeys and trainers. There are heaps of debt, but I have only been at home a couple of days, and have not had time to give more than a cursory glance at his papers, and cannot tell yet what the sum total will be.^^ " My dear fellow, it^s a pretty go.''"' " Yes, that it just is ! I should not care a hang, but there is my mother, who has been accustomed to nothing but luxury all her life. I am going to offer the creditors what I had laid by, towards a composition, and I think I shall i^ell my share of the business in Shanghai, and buy a partnership in England, that is, if I can BROWN AS A BERRY. 227 get anything wortli having, for every profession seems overstocked. Then I should take a com- fortable villa near the town where my business was situated for the old lady, and the creditors would, perhaps, come to terms. I would pay so much a year, and clear off interest and prin- cipal at the same time.'^ ^' I would not sell the business in Shanghai, Jack. It^s ten to one you get anything so good in England.'^ " Well, there's sense in that, Luke. But it is for the sake of my mother. She depends entirely upon me, and does not want me to go abroad again, as she thinks she will never see me again. And of course it is on the cards she may not. Anyway, I shall insure in her favour, so that if I go first she will be all serene .'' " Your father never treated you kindly, Jack.'' ^' Oh, well, he's gone now." " Dead or alive, that doesn't matter, he did not treat you well. People should have more con- sideration for those who come after them than to leave everything in a muddle. He never spent a penny more on you than he could help. As for William, he lavished hundreds on him." '' William deserved that he should." ]5— 2 228 BROWN AS A BERRY. " YoTi did not kno.w of this in Shanghai ?" " No, I had not the vestige of an idea of it ; I thought I was coming home, like the prodigal, to a snug competency. As far as I can make out there is a good deal of money invested in foreign railway shares, and some in mining companies, which last have gone to grief since I came back.^^ " It^s a bad look-out. Do you think you will ever get clear T' " "Ton my word, it^s impossible to say. "When I have found out the extent of the liabilities I shall be better able to judge. I think the governor must have been taken in by the lawyers. You never saw such accounts as they have sent in, pages long. I shall go to Edinburgh next month to see the solicitors. Carmylie is to be advertised immediately for sale, and we shall have to turn out next February.'^ " Disagreeable time of year to move, too.^-* '' I do not see how it can be managed sooner.^^ '' This will keep you a poor man^ Jack. What a pity it is^ and you were getting on so well ! If I could '' " Thanks, old fellow. I know what you mean. But I could not, and it would be of no use. You^U hear of me turning up as a billiard-marker at the other end of the world some of these BROWN AS A BERRY. 229 days; or^ Luke, make me your coacliman. 1^11 close with you for a hundred per annum. Fve often thought a gentleman^s coachman has a good time of it/^ " Well, Jack, if it should come worse '' "I shall know where to come to, shan^t I? But I shan^t all the same. I never was the chap to whom money took kindly. It was you who were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Don't you remember in the old school- days at the Blue Coat, that when we were both tijDped, your sovereign always lasted till nearly the end of the half, but mine had always been spent when we had been about a month at school, and I never could tell how it went for the life of me V " I say, .Tack,^-* says Mark, reflectively. " Well V " Have you no convenient old party belonging to you whom you could persuade would be hap- pier in a better sphere than this ?" " And leave me all his or her tin V* " Yes.^' " We had one, and a lot of good it has done us. But he was the only one of the species. And if there was another, you may be sure he would not die when wanted, but stick on like old boots, just out of sheer perversity. Those 230 BROWN AS A BERRY. old duffers never die, but live out those wlio are waiting for their shoes. That field looks as if it ought to be a good cover for partridges. I should like to have a day's shooting here in the autumn."' CHAPTER VIII. RS. TERRIER, with Charity, Jack, and Mrs. Napier^s children, Rosie and David^ are seated at lunch in the dining-room of Car- mylie. Time has dealt very leniently with Alice Ferrier, and her still luxuriant black hair is but little streaked with grey. Never exactly beau- tiful, she is not much faded or withered. She is one of those women who, without possessing any special brilliant or dazzling qualities of mind or body, are almost as pleasing when advanced in life as when in theii earliest youth. These women always look nice and seem younger than their real age. Their dresses invariably suit them ; their skirts never fall down in the mud when they think they have fastened them up safely ; their dispositions are not angular nor filled with '^ wills and wonts -" they do not take desponding views of things in general; and 232 BROWN AS A BERRY. surest and truest test of all, their relations love them, and their husbands and children worship them. Not particularly clever and with only a fair share of good looks, Mrs. Ferrier had won all hearts during her residence at Carmylie. Her own sex called her '' Dear Mrs. Terrier/'' and the opposite named her " Ferrier-'s pleasant wife.^' To her the loss of husband and son at one tremendous blow was an affliction so great that it was weeks before she could bring herself to mention the names of either again. Added to this was the sudden and unexpected change from opulence to the calculation of how far every shilling could be made to go. The dining-room at Carmylie is not a very cheerful looking apartment, the walls being painted a dull mud colour, and the arms of the Campbells — who formerly owned the estate — emblazoned over the mantelpiece is the one attempt in the ornamental line. The house itself is a grey, bleak building situated at the top of precipitous cliffs over- hanging the sea, here called the Bay of Car- mylie. Behind lies a small valley and the Glencairn mountains. Neither ivy nor creep- ing plants of any description are trained over the bare w^alls. Carmylie stands dreary and solitary, straight and severe, giving a much BROWN AS A BERRY. 283 greater sense of desolation than the wild, barren hills which guard it on the one side,, or the long lines of sterile cliffs, in a cleft of which is perched the fishing village, which wall the coast, on the other. Houses after a time show tokens of the owner^s character, and Carmylie looks as if it had a history. And so indeed it has. The grim old place has changed hands often. In the tunnel on w^hich its foundations are laid, many a Jacobite has hidden when a price was set on his head ; and a little later on, many a smuggler has stolen up the secret staircase leading from the kitchen region to the vast dark attics that extend over the top storey, and hidden there the casks of whisky above-proof, and bales of French silks, and boxes of cigars, for which no duty had been paid. Many are those who have breathed their last, and been carried forth through the shade-haunted corridors to the kirk- yard down the brae at the fishing village beside the sea, and many the happy brides who have driven off from the narrow bolt upright door amidst a shower of satin slippers and wedding- cake. Like all Scotch country houses, it has its ghosts, derived probably from floating local tra- ditions of events which happened so long ago that it is impossible to separate fact from fancy. 234 BROWN AS A BEKRY. The windows of Carmylie are small and not very numerous. At the time of erection the modern ideas on the subject of ventilation were still a hundred years in the future, and the window-tax pressing heavily on the purses of the lieges, our ancestors ruthlessly sacrificed the advantages of I'ght and fresh air to economy. A few straggling larches grow close to the house. The gravel sweep up to the front door is ill kept and covered with weeds, the lawn does not seem to have been mown for months ; the only sign of the place being inhabited is a row of bee- hives among some flower-beds, which give evi- dence of receiving more attention than the other parts of the grounds. It is not an inviting house to fix upon as a permanent dwelling. During the summer months, as now, while the sun shines and the weather is fine, the prospect of passing some time there does not appear so unendurable ; but one shudders to think of it as a home on a dull day in November, when the mist settles on the hill tops and lies curled in the deep mountain gorges ; or on a cold, frosty night when the wind whistles down from the broad shoulder of the Witches Law, cutting like a knife, moaning and sighing like a poor lost spirit through the thin larch boughs to the sea, over the great sand bar where so many good ships BROWN AS A BEERY. 235 have struck and stranded, going to the bottom with all hands and not a sonl left to tell the tale. Then one would naturally wish for the bustle and noise of a town^ with the gaslights, the sounds of the cabs and carriages, and the tokens of life and business and amusement, from all of which Carmylie is as isolated as though built in the middle of the Sahara. Yet Carmylie is not without a certain wild, stern beauty of its own. To be sure, it has no smooth, smiling meadows, no purling streams of which to boast ; but those who love the sweep of a bold, rocky coast, the spread of brown moors, the green mantle and aromatic spice of pine woods, the golden bloom of whins and broom, and the purple of heather, the wide expanse of water, would find much in which to delight at Carmylie. The air from the mountains is pure, bracing and magnificently clear, and an artist would be able to fill scores of canvasses with the eifects of light and shade on glen, wood, and sea, while the red-and-white fishing village, with its natural pier of rocks, its winding street, its kirk and kirk-yard, would in themselves furnish subjects for many sketches. Ferrier has justly described Carmylie when he said, that besides the fisher-folks and the minister there is no society. So it may readily be supposed that Charity 236 BROWN AS A BERRY. Napier^ accustomed to tlie gaiety which attends ail Indian station containing five regiments^ who were among the fastest in the army^ should com- plain of being buried alive. The Carmylie estate was originally of large extent^ but is now reduced to a few small farmSj the house and grounds^ and some moors for shooting. These are all that remain of the former broad lands. For this the Campbells themselves were partly to blame, and disastrous ^45, which ruined so many families in Scotland, bringing her noblest and best to the block, had also a great deal for which to answer. The Campbells were an extravagant race and seemed born with a fatal facility for spending money. While gifted with beauty of person and amia- bility of disposition, they were also endowed with an awkward and uncomfortable habit of being- unable to refuse acquiescence when events re- quired a decided negative, or to deny themselves anything which appeared to them desirable to possess. The immediate consequence of this want of backbone or moral strength, Avas that Carmyhe was put up for sale. Luck undoubtedly runs in families and seems to be attached to certain houses. In this respect Carmylie appeared possessed by an avenging BROWN AS A BERRY. 237 Greek fate. Mr. Ferrier had been a prosperous raaiij content to live quietly on his small pro- perty at Blackbeck House in Lincolnshire^ until a relative died^ leaving him a large fortune^ on which he purchased Carmylie, and from that moment began going the pace which kills. This pace^ however agreeable, cannot be long kept up, and the rate at which Mr. Ferrier went was so mad and furious that the only, wonder was he did not go to smash sooner. But business men knoAv that occasionally immense sums of money may be made without money. Mr. Ferrier had some knowledge of this method, and before in- volving himself in the troubles and expenses of lawyers^ mortgages, made sundry efforts to re- deem himself by " flying paper."*^ Unfortu- nately, he was unsuccessful. He never tried to reduce his expenditure and kept up two establish- ments all the year round, one at Melton Mow- bray, and the other at Carmylie. There never had been such gay times known in the county as when Mr. Ferrier came down to Carmylie for the shooting season. There was open house from the 12th of August until December 10th ; Champagne flowed like water at never less than twelve shillings a bottle, balls, dances, fetes, dinners. Then, first one moor was parted with and then another. The property was mortgaged to the 238 BROWN AS A BERRY. last halfpenny of its value, and for several years before his death Mr. Ferrier lived not only up to his income, but very much beyond it. The sudden illness and death of his eldest son_, William, a promising young man, in whom all his hopes were centred, was a great shock to his system, from which he never rallied, and he died, leaving his wife totally unprovided for. His lawyers considered it a merciful removal, as he was spared the pain of being obliged to declare himself bankrupt, and at his advanced age it would have been impossi- ble for him to begin anew in any profession. So Jack was summoned home from China by Mrs. Ferrier. At that time she had no idea to what an extent her husband's affairs were in- volved, and it was not until Jack^s arrival at Car- mylie that he was informed of his father's debts, which to clear off will be the work of years. The first step towards economizing had been made as soon as Mrs. Ferrier^s lawyers acquainted her with the state of things, and Mr. Ferrier^s fine stud was sold by the instructions of the solicitors, along with the house at Melton Mow- bray, and the household at Carmylie reduced to the lowest scale compatible with comfort and ordinary respectability. Charity was well jff BROWN AS A BERRY. 239 being liberally supplied with money by Captain Napier. ^^The governess comes to-day/' says Mrs. Napier. " I don''t imagine she is very proficient in her profession, but she will do until we leave Carmylie, and I got her cheap. She is Mr. Mark's protegee/' " What is the damage, Charity ?" asks Terrier. " Not very deadly, twenty pounds a year.'' " As much as you pay your maid ! It is too little. What is she to do ?" " Undertake the entire charge of the chil- dren and their wardrobes, as the advertisements say." " Oh, poor little girl, you can't expect her to manage with that. I'll give you a ten pound note towards making it thirty." , " It is horrible to be so poor," pursues !Mrs. Napier ; " Carmylie was so different in poor dear papa's time," raising her lace-edged hand- kerchief to her eyes. " There was plenty of society and lots going on." " AsCloughsays, *^How luckyit is to have money, heigh ho ! How lucky it is to have money !' The fellow who wrote the other day some non- sense about virtue and rubies, had never known what it is to be without sixpence in the world. '^ 240 BROWN AS A BERRY. " It is odd Miss Rutherfurd's people should live at Marshley/^ says Mrs. Terrier. " What is she like ?" " Tall, scraggy, red nose, uncertain temper, and of an awkward age. By-the-bye, mother, what is an awkward age ? Jack, I have asked the Lefroys and MacNabs to-day.'''' ^' I wish you would not. Charity.^' " It is not so expensive as a dinner to have them to afternoon tea, and you can^t expect to be asked out, unless you give something in return. I asked the MacNabs on your ac- count.^'' " On my account ?" " Yes, for you. We have plenty of blue blood, and pedigrees and so on. W^hat we want is a little hard cash in the family. You see I am married already.''^ " Otherwise you would be willing to sacrifice yourself for the good of the family. Then I am glad your fate is sealed.^' " But the MacNabs are nice lady- like girls. ^' " And I fear they may remain so for me. If matters are only going to get straight by marry- ing some one with money, they will not be set right by me. I shan^t present you with a sister-in-law/^ BROWN AS A BERRY. 241 " I am not sorry^ Jack ; they are generally great nuisances/' " There's Rattray with the letters/' announces Rosie^ running to open the door. "Weel^ laird_, we hae gotten gude weather at last/' says a voice in broad Scotch^ belonging to a short thickset man, with merry twinkling eyes, grey hair, and cheeks ruddy like a ripe American apple. He is Terrier's factotum for three days during the week ; on the alternate three, he is the walking post between Carmylie and the post town of Queensmuir. " I hae broucht the tabaky/' continues Rattray, tranquilly, " it's the best tae be got in Queensmuir, but I'm some doubting it's no extra gude, and I hae paid the tailor, and here's the receipt, and gotten your fishing-breeks wi' me, and Rosie's new bonnet, and it's tae be houpit Mrs. Napier will be pleased this time." Whereupon Rattray delivers the pcstbag to Ferrier, and a bandbox tied up in a red pocket- handchief to Charity, but so far from leaving the room on having fulfilled his duty, he re- mains while Charity tries on Rosie's hat, to judge of the effect. Rosie is a pretty child with a fresh fair com- plexion, blue eyes, and yellow hair, which she wears cut over her forehead, in exactly the same VOL. I. 16 242 BROWN AS A BEREY. way as her xnother's. Her brother Davie is another edition of herself, with shorter hair, dressed in knickerbockers. The pair are twins, of the age of eight or nine years, and as full of mischief and impudence as two spoiled children can be. " Any news from Queensmuir, Rattray, or the village ?'■' asks Ferrier_, who enjoys a talk with that worthy. " No just ony thing in parteeklar/' returns Rattray, unwilling to commit himself so far as to say there is any news, but on the other hand anxious to keep up his reputation for hearing the on dits of the burgh before any one else. "There's an auld wife near killed wi' furious driving by the lad Nicol^ the young doctor, ye ken ; and I did hear that our minister, Mr. Dods, is to tak^ a wife.'^ " Poor man ! I am sorry for him/' says Ferrier. " Fat for ? Taking a wife ? Weel^ there is nae dout but that whiles it is a sairious trial till a man. But I'm thinking Miss Jean Cock burn will not be to hae him. He has no eneuch o' money. And ye ken women wad marry auld Nick gin he wad keep them aye braw." " And very right of them too,-" laughs Ferrier. " Rosie, open the sideboard and you BEOWN AS A BERRY. 243 will find some wliisky in a bottle ; pour out Rat- tray a glass." " Thank ye kindly," says Eattray, holding up the " mountain dew" between himself and the light with an appreciative glance. " And here's your gude health, laird, and the mistress yonder, and !Mrs. Napier, and Davie, and Rosie's. I daursay it wadna be the waur o' a drappie watter." " You need not put in any water, Rattray," exclaims truthful Rosie, hastily, " for mamma put in plenty yesterday, when Uncle Jack was at Lillieshill." " That's right, Rosie," returns Jack, " speak the truth and shame old Scratch. Rattray, give me your glass, and Til pour a little more whisky in." " Has Cecilia been writing any more poetry, Rattray ? What did you think of her last piece ?" inquires Mrs. Terrier. Rattray's eyes twinkle. He pauses before he answers, and then makes response — " Tae speak the truth and tell no lees, no mucJcIe ava ! But I was up Bogg water yestreen, and I catched four dizzen o' trout, and I can tell ye I think vera muckJe o' them. Na, na. It's no for women folks to write bits o' poetry. That's no their business. Besides, women's 16—2 244 BROWN AS A BERRY. poetry is nae better than a curren'' rubbishin' havers !'"' " You are a very ungallant man ! If I were Cecilia, I should be most indignant/'' laughs Mrs. Napier. *^ Ah V very prolonged, " Cecilia kens better than that.'' " What are you going to do with that dreadful instrument of torture, Rattray V asks Terrier. Rattray has an ancient blunderbuss in his hand — a weapon of great age, deeply valued and admired by him. Friends and acquaintances, however, are apt to keep at a respectful distance when they perceive him coming near with his formidable gun. '^ Shoot the spuggies,"" he answers. " I wont allow you to shoot the dear little sparrows; they are my particular friends,''' says Rosie. ^' Weel, Rosie, I am real sorry to hear you say that," he calmly replies ; " I had nae notion they could be friends o' yours, for they are just the blaggairds o' the feathered creation. Did ye think I sow paes and neeps for thae rapscallions to tak' the heads off ? Tm gaein' oot the noo till hae a shot at them." ^' I am cominoj too' says Davie. BROWN AS A BERRY. 245 Rattray sprinkles treacherously handfuls of oatmeal on the ground. " Mind yersel noo/* he calls out_, " I am just aboot till fire." " Let me pull the trigger," shouts Davie. An awful explosion is heard. One sparrow lies prone and hors-de-combat on the earth. Rattray picks it up, and caresses afiectionately the mass of flufiy feathers. Cecilia, the wife of his bosom, pops her head out of the kitchen window, and shrieks loudly. " Nae harm^s dune," says Rattray, con- fidentially. " Sae ye needna skirl !" " What a mercy the governess is coming, Rosie and Davie are really quite unmanageable !" exclaims Mrs. Napier. " They have been so much with Rattray, that they have begun to speak quite broad Scotch, and when children begin to speak badly it is so difficult to break them of it." " They certainly seem to have been allowed to run wild," remarks Jack. " Oh yes ; but who could think of anything with poor dear papa, and dear Willie, and my own health too being so weak. I sometimes think, Jack, that you do not feel their loss much." 246 BROWN AS A BERRY. '^ I am as down in the montli about it as anyone can be; but there is no use in letting people see it/' he returns. " You would not have me sit down and cry like a girl who has lost her lover, instead of putting one's shoulder to the wheel, Charity V " I am sure Rattray is smoking in the kitchen. I should not allow him to do that/' rejoins Mrs. Napier. "It is for you to speak. You are the master." " Oh, let him have his whiff!" " Oh, well. I suppose you must do as you like about it. And, Jack^ don't be out of the way when the MacNabs come." " You wont want me to play croquet ?" "" No, not for your own pleasure ; but it always makes girls better tempered when there is an unmarried nice-looking eligible in the place." '^ A nice eligible I am to be sure," says Fer- rier, laughing. " Well, and you were my pet brother. Jack. Really that tobacco ! It is poisonous ! Do tell Rattray at least to shut the kitchen door." Rattray is sitting on the kitchen dresser with his legs dangling like Mahomet's coffin, between heaven and earth, and his fingers fumble rest- lessly in his pockets; which symptomj by long BROWN AS A BERRY. 247 experience^ his wife is aware means he is search- ing for his pipe. In a few moments he fills the room and passages with the perfumes of the very vilest and stalest pigtail to be bought at Carmylie village. He hears the sound of approaching footsteps and departs hastily, and when Ferrier appears to reprimand him he has fled, and is slowly sauntering through the walks in the vegetable garden, pronouncing judgment on the peas and reflecting whether he will '^ stick '^ the late row, or make a new scarecrow to terrify the thieving blackbirds, against whom he wages malignant war, while Cecilia solemnly asseverates on being called to account for her husband^s misde- meanors — " As sure as daith, she disna ken wha Avas smoking. It will just be the peat-reek, ^\y." Ferrier shuts himself up in his study to look over the factor's books, and write a letter to his partner, Esme Lennox ; but has not long settled himself when he is summoned by Rosie to play croquet with the MacNabs and the Lillieshill people. In other ^ays there was a flower garden where the croquet lawn is now situated ; but the beds have long since departed, leaving no traces of their former gay denizens beyond a star of snow- 248 BROWN AS A BERRY. drops which appears in spring regularly as the new year comes round. A low moss-covered wall runs between the green and the orchard, a wilderness of a place with ground ivy and peri- winkles growing in profusion over the earth among the old fruit trees. Thyrza feels a different creature since her visit to Lillieshill_, more self-reliant, less nervous. The lazy, easy country life has opened out a wider world to her than that of the narrow cir- cumscribed horizon of the Villios pension. A very little makes her happy and bright — a very little, a passing look, a changed tone of voice is sufficient to render her sad ; a smile, a kind word are so much to her. The knowledge of being well and becomingly dressed, added to the consciousness that she is about to become a real, and independent worker, and to be of some use in the world, gives her a sensation of importance entirely new to her. Her luggage has never turned up again, so Miss Lefroy has bought her some inexpensive summer dresses, and presented her with a black silk, made with a square cut body for an evening, and Tbyrza has expressly stipulated^to be allowed to repay her when she receives her first quarterns salary. She wears a dust coloured print, a knot of scarlet ribbon at her throat, a black fichu. BROWN AS A BERRY. 249 and a black hat of rather a coquettish shape, which suits the brown face and its dark hair. Terrier introduces Thyrza thus — " Mother, this is mademoiselle/^ Mrs. Terrier does not shake hands coldly as if greeting a stranger, but welcomes the girl with a warm kiss, which renders Thyrza her devoted admirer for life. " These are your pupils. Miss E-utherfurd,^' says Mrs. Napier, bringing the twins forward. " My name is Mischief,^^ volunteers Rosie ; " Uncle Jack gave me it because I let the pigs out one day and chased them round the garden." " And what is your name ? " she asks of David, who is peering curiously at his future preceptress. " Come and shake hands directly with made- moiselle," commands Terrier. ^^ I don^t want to see the new governess," protests Davie, sulkily. '^ Oh, Monsieur David," cries Thyrza, pro- nouncing the word with the a broad, as in the Trench language. " She's speaking Scotch ; how vulgar /" ex- claims Rosie, laughing loudly. '' Shut up, you little beggars !" storms Terrier, with a frown. Thyrza may be good for nothing. Most likely 250 BROWN AS A BERRY. she is. She coufesses to a predilection for fast things. She may combine all the most disagree- able qualities of his detested and abhorred fashionable woman, but as long as she is in his house she is to be treated with respect. " That is not the way to behave to made- moiselle/' he continues. Mrs. Napier observes Jack's interference in Thyrza's behalf with displeasure. She hopes he is not going to make an idiot of himself about that girl. He ought to know better. Unless he marries money he cannot marry at all. Besides, she is such an exceedingly plain, wild looking 'girl, and so dark, as black as a crow or a gipsy. But men are great noodles and will sometimes rave about people whom Charity can see nothing in, either to like or admire. There is Lola MacNab, with her fortune, ready to hand, just as if specially created by Providence on pur- pose for Jack. She does not believe what he says with regard to disliking the idea of being tied to any woman without the chance of chang- ing his mind. Cecil Napier said the same thing, and within two months of making the remark was engaged to Charity. " Will you have me as a partner, mademoi- selle?'' goes on Terrier. "I don't pretend to know much of the game, but I will do what I can." BROWN AS A BERRY. 251 " Oh, that will never do, Jack/^ interrupts Charity, hastily. ^' Two inexperienced players should not be on the same side. Miss MacNab and you will be a much better arrangement.-'^ " With the greatest pleasure/' answers Terrier, readily. '^ A crack player such as I understand Miss MacNab to be, will be a vast assistance to mademoiselle and myself." " The very first time I took a mallet in my hand I went the round of the green without stopping. I am a first rate hand at all games, particularly so." " I dare say, Mr. Lefroy ; beginners at billiards often make better scores at first than piofes- sionals, but it does not last. It is luck, not skill, and, of course^ in the long run^ real play must tell." " What are the sides to be ?" asks Mark, swinging his mallet round and round, and then hitting several balls one after another in a vague undecided way. " Eight is such a stupid game. There is time to go for a constitutional between the turns," says Mrs. Napier. "How would this do? Mr. Lefroy; you. Charity ; Miss MacNab and Mr. Dods : then the others, Mademoiselle, Miss Jane, Mark, and I. Shall we toss up, Mark,, heads or tails ?" 252 BROWN AS A BERRY. " Tails/^ rejoins Mark. " Tails always do turn up, don^t they ?" " I thought Miss MacNab was going to play with you. Jack/' '^ Oh, I am sure I apologize, Miss MacNab. I merely thought you would find Mr. Lefroy a better partner than myself.'^ ^^ I am quite content with the other arrange- ment, ''' says Lola, a little piqued at being thrown over rather unceremoniously to the lot of the older man. " I vote we all play,'' remarks Mr. Dods, in his solemn slow voice. " We can divide into sets of four. I have seen two games played at once on the same green ; the two sets starting from opposite posts." " So have I, Mr. Dods, but it was very tire- some. One had continually to stop in the middle of a shot to pick up a ball or wait until the other set had played out a turn," objects Jane MacNab, energetically. " We always met midway." Finally it is settled to play a game of eight. The minister begins operations. In his long black coat and white choker he looks grave enough to justify Lola MacNab's assertion that he surely has lately been conduct- ing a funeral service. He expresses himself in a peculiarly leisurely voice, with pauses between BROWN AS A BERRY. 253 each sentence. He is a person to whom, no matter how free and easy he has been with you on the previous evening, you always seem to require a fresh introduction on your next meeting. But Mr. Dods^ in spite of his ceremonious, pompous manners, knows good wine when he tastes it ; he is also a judge of a pretty girl, and a general admirer of the sex. He is the best relator of an anecdote in the neighbourhood, telling the most absurd incidents without moving a muscle of his countenance, while his auditors are convulsed with laughter. After a few glasses of port, or a stiff tumbler of toddy, when fairly roused and set a-going, Mr. Dods is a pleasant enough companion, more especially as he does not intrude his religious opinions upon those of a different communion, and whatever he may 'preach, certainly does not practise sour Calvinistic views. On account of these qualities, and having in common with Mr. Lefroy an excellent opinion of himself — after all, the world generally takes one at one^s own estimate — '^ so long as thou doest well unto thyself men will speak good of thee'"' Mr. Dods has many friends, and whenever there is a dinner-party on the topis within twcDty miles of the manse of Carmylie, is in 254 BROWN AS A BERRY. request for tlie '^ pleasure of his company/' Besides_, Mr. Dods is not a married man^ and is an object of considerable interest to various maiden ladies in the vicinity^ none of whom would have had any objection to reside at Carmylie Manse^ which they understand is already well stocked with linen and furniture, having been Mr. Dods' father's before him, so there could be little difficulty about settling down. Unfortunately for the aspirations of the spinsters,, Mr. Dods prefers wandering about the country instead of " settling like a reasonable man/' and attending to the duties of his parish ; he generally starts the first thing on Monday morning, and returns at the eleventh hour on Saturday night ; indeed, on several occasions, he has never put in an appearance at all on the Sabbath at the kirk, the congregation wait- ing patiently for him, and only going home when the precentor announced it was useless remaining longer, the minister doubtless having missed the train, or met with some accident. In anyone else this conduct would have been visited with disapproval and a hint of the Presbytery, but Mr. Dods is a privileged man, and no one hauls him over the coals. His lady friends hold steadfastly to their faith that BROWN AS A BERRY. 255 if he were only married and had a wife to look after him people would see the difference in his behaviour then. Mr. Dods thinks so too, but with a trifling alteration. In the summer he usually has a number of visitors, chiefly ladies, at the Manse, having a married lady to act as chaperone. Dull in the Manse ! He is never there long enough at a time to experience weariness. Jane MacNab means playing the game, the whole game, and nothing but the game. With her it is not a pleasure to while away the passing moment, but an absorbing business. She flies from one end of the green to the other ; routs out Mr. Lefroy whenever Lola and he are trying to "spoon;" rushes up and down "to give a line -" attacks players who are chattering instead of taking a lively interest in the game, and decides disputed points, such as if a ball may be considered fairly through its hoop when half way — and is indefatigable beyond all praise. " No doubt, Mr. Mark, you will find a great difierence between the society here and that in Shanghai," observes Mr. Dods. " No, I can^t say I do. We went out to dinner there, or spent the evening at a friend^s house, picked them and the grub to pieces afterwards, and abused them well. Then met them next dav. 256 BROWN AS A BERRY. and said how much we had enjoyed ourselves as politely as possible^ just as we do here/'' " That does not speak well for society, Mr. Mark/^ " But society cannot exist without an amount of shams. How terrible it would be if every- one spoke his mind and the exact truth. It would end in everyone fighting and killing every- body until none was left, after the fashion of the celebrated Kilkenny cats. Imagine paying a call, and being greeted with, ' My dear fellow, I wish you far enough, but as you are here, &c. he' IVe often said how delighted I was, and so on, when I^^e internally been awfully bored.^^ " But is not that untruthful ?" " Well, I suppose it is. It's a choice between saying what you don't exactly mean, and hurting a person's feelings. The fact is, politeness is very often a test of self-denial. I think I would sooner tell a white lie '' " If there are white lies,'' says Terrier. "Than wound a sensitive man who may, per- haps, brood over your stray remark, and make himself miserable for days. If one is to live and let live, one must humour people's foibles a little.'"' '* Even at the expense of truth ?" ^' I don't see why one could not combine civility and truth," replies the minister. BROWN AS A BERRY. 257 ^' It^s a more difficult matter than you might suppose. I show you a picture of my own paintings Mr. Dods. You cannot^ in accordance with your conscience, call it anything but fright- fully ugly, but I shall be intensely mortified if you do not admire it. Well \" " Ah, we-el.^' "Now, Mr. Dods.^' " Excuse me, Mr. Lefroy," says Jane ]\IacNab, "but I fancy I saw you move your ball into position.^' " Ah, eh, oh V^ exclaims Mr. Lefroy, caught in the very act of kicking his ball in front of his hoop, " I thought it was my turn.-" "We-el,^^ rejoins Mr. Dods, " I sincerely hope I may never be so situated, Mr. Mark.^^ "You don^t call that an answer, do you, Mr. Dods ?" laughs Mark. " I don^t much like those very strictly truthful people, Mr. Dods. I hope you are not shocked ! But they resemble a certain class of extremely pious persons,^^ observes Charity, " who are always treading on your toes and making disagreeable remarks (generally true, too), without the least consideration for your feelings.''^ " Oh, wad the power the giftie gie us, To see ourselves as ithers see us," quotes Mr. Dods. VOL. I. 17 258 BROWN AS A BERKY. ^^ Heaven forbid," says Ferrier, pausing to hit the stick. " It would be a most objectionable present. What is wanted is a process by which our neighbours shall see us as we see ourselves. Then the world would be as full of living perfec- tion as, judging from the epitaphs on tombstones, it is of departed saints.'''' '' Look at the enemy ; they are flourishing like the green bay-tree of the wicked, but you will see it wont last. It is your turn now, Mr. Lefroy. This is your hoop. You go through ; hit Miss MacNab ; croquet her down to me with the following stroke, ' take two off ' from Jack, and away to your next hoop, and then " Mr. Lefroy prepares to make his stroke. Mark goes down on his knees to see that his mallet is all right. ^' A little further in ; no — to yourself. That's it. You have changed it again. There, now you must come through without fail.'' " They'll get it right sooner or later," remarks Terrier to Thyrza. " Just a thought more to yourself," counsels Mark. Mr. Lefroy obediently moves the position and is arranged according to Mark's ideas, when the loud report of a gun is heard in the orchard close by, followed by a louder exclamation. Mr. Lefroy gives a start, hits his ball with the side BROWN AS A BERRY. 259 of his mallet, and the result is an unmitigated miss. ^' The mallet twisted/' says Mr. Lefroy, look- ing rather foolish at this ending to all the elabo- rate preparations, "and I really believe it is a crooked one. I cannot play well with a crooked mallet/' '^ Any person killed ?" asks Terrier, looking over the wall into the orchard ; " it is Rattray with the blunderbuss, I am always afraid of some accident happeaing with it.'' " Mr. Dods, do come up," implores Mrs. Napier. This is exactly what the minister has vainly attempted to do through the whole game, so it is hardly to be expected he will succeed now. Croquet has been rendered so extremely scien- tific lately, that a good deal of the pleasure for- merly attending this pleasant mode of spending a few hours in the open air is departed. But besides being scientific, it can also be made a very irritating game. If spitefully inclined, a skilful player can bully or worry his opposing enemy to death while really remaining within bounds, and in no way exceeding the rules and regulations. As at other games, the old fable of the hare and the tortoise is often verified at croquet. The last is not seldom first. The 17—2 2C0 BROWN AS A BERRY. gay free lance, who wanders over the green, striking terror into the hearts of sober stayers at their hoops is frequently left behind at the close, while the slow coaches who have plodded from ring to ring with patient perseverance win the game easily, proving the truth of the adage, " Slow and sure wins the race/'' Most people get a little hot over croquet. Even the meekest of maidens, whom no one suspects of possessing any temper at all, grave church dignitaries, learned barristers and pro- fessors, and worthy ministers like Mr. Dods^ will dispute violently, and argue to the last gasp over some trifling point of play. For it is not in human nature to be taken from a delightful position in front of your hoop, made use of in helping your enemy through his rings, or in waging war against your own side, and finally be sent adrift, without experiencing a slight con- viction it would aff'ord you a pleasing sensation to do likewise to that ball which has put you to the rout, and scattered you and your companions to the four corners of the globe. '' Tired, mademoiselle V^ asks Ferrier. " No, monsieur.''-' '^ Then what are you sighing for ? Because you have the bad luck to be a girl ? Misfor- tune to which you will have to submit, as it BROWN AS A BERRY. 261 cannot be altered. You would never have done for a man, unless you had got a new set of dispositions, feelings, and character." " Why not ?" says Thyrza, making a dashing long shot from one stick to the other, and hitting the minister's ball, which evokes from him an astonished, '' We — el ! Miss Rutherfurd.'" ^^ Because — I will tell you afterwards. I know you are going to make a mull of this stroke. This is your last ring, is it not ? If you play decently, the game is in your hands, and we shall win in a canter.'^ " It is all up, Mrs. Napier, I am afraid,'"* re- marks Mark. " Miss Thyrza has it all her own way. They will go out this time." " Lola, will you oblige me by moving, I think there is a ball somewhere under your dress. Where is yours, Mr. Lefroy, I don't see it any- where ?" " Oh, Jane, I am admiring the view ; did you ever see anything so sweet as the sea, and the cliffs of St. Philip's to-day ?" Jane searches in vain for Mr. Lefroy's ball, and as it is in his coat-pocket in which he has hidden it until required, there is no wonder her labour is thrown away. Lola had not got much out of Mr. Lefroy in the way of " spooniuess." It takes a good deal of wine to get him up to 262 BROWN AS A BERRY. the mark, and while saying anything and every- thing, there is no fear of his committing him- self. Short of an offer in plain words he is perfectly safe. Soft looks, tender sentences ; garnished with poetical quotations, connt as nothing, and if she succeeds in leading Mr. Lefroy to " sacrifice" at the altar of Hymen, Lola will be a clever young woman. Thyrza sends Mr. Dods away, places herself in a good position, and having one stroke more tries the hoop, but becoming nervous, or her hand trem- bling at the critical moment, she blunders the little easy stroke as people so often do after executing something really difficult, and, striking the wire, her ball rebounds to the wrong side, without going through the ring. " There ! I was sure you would spoil it. You were in too great a hurry, and did not look to see if you were hitting straight. You would not have made me a good clerk in Shanghai." " No ! But I should only have had to add up accounts, and write things in a big book." " That is clear and concise ! I should some- times have wanted you to do other things be- sides writing in a big book." " Going out shooting ?" " Not exactly. One time some of Mark^s men and mine got into a row, and were put into BROWN AS A BERRY. 263 prison, and he and I took a journey up country to speak to the mandarin of the town, where they were confined. We got separated, and I wandered over so many miles over the hills at night among the brushwood, a sort of prickly bush which grows there in great abundance, it tore my clothes to shreds, and scratched my face and legs until they were one mass of wounds. In this lively predicament, not knowing where I was, and not having the most remote notion how far distant the town was to which we were going, I tumbled up against something soft. There was a splendid moon shining, and by its light I saw that it was the body of a man with his throat cut in a horrible manner, nearly sever- ing his head from his body. The Chinese, you know, never bring any dead body they find lying about, because if they did, the magistrates would consider them implicated in the death. Now, if you had been with me, you would have either fainted on the spot, or else had a fit from terror which would have rendered affairs more com- plicated for me.^^ ^' Monsieur is very *' *' Come, Mr. Ferrier, I do wish you would attend,^^ interrupts Jane. " It is too bad ! Everyone goes off and talks in the intervals be- tween their turns, and they never remember where 264 BROWN AS A BERRY. tliey are going, or when they ought to play." ^^ Oh, Miss Jane, that is too severe ! I don^t believe you ever hit the stick,^^ says Mr. Lefroy, who has cheated shamefully, and only been through about half the hoops, so it is rather cool of him to complain of Jane MacNab. Jane, really vexed and angry, bestows an indignant look on her sister, upon whose ball she swoops down, and forthwith croquets to the inmost recess of a mazy hedge, whence it is rescued with infinite difficulty and trouble. " You should have two greens, Mr. Ferrier,^^ she remarks, resting on her mallet, and feeling considerably better after having wreaked her revenge on Lola, " one for people who do like to play, and another for those who merely mean to flirt and cheat. ^^ ^^ I am sure. Miss Jane," says the minister, deprecatingly, ^^ I have been honourable, although once or twice sorely tempted, throughout." " It was not you I meant," looking across at Mr. Lefroy. He has deserted Lola and is paying attention to Mrs. Napier. In her half-mourning white dress and black sash, the former tucked up just enough to show her small feet in high-heeled shoes with diamond buckles, made after the BROWN AS A BERRY. 265 fashion of the last century_, she is a very agreeable figure for contemplation. Lola^ even -with her Parisian dresses, cannot attain the quiet elegance of Mrs. Napier, which is distracting alike to man and womankind. '' Mademoiselle, you are very pale, sit down. The seat is more comfortable than it looks. It is here I smoke my after-breakfast pipe ; but I generally bring a rug with me.^^ " Miss Jane, did you read the account in the Scotsman yesterday of the golf match at S. Philip's ?' asks Mr. Dods. " Excuse me, I never talk at croquet," she returns, giving him the snub direct. '^ I like doing one thing well at a time, and prefer to watch the play.'^ " Monsieur was lost on the Chinese hills," says Thyrza. " Will you not finish ?" " Well, I went on, and when daylight came found myself not very far from the town Chip-Cho-Hoang-Ho, where the mandarin lived. Wasn't I glad, that's all, to see some human beings again? But I was such a spectacle what with mud and scratches, and not to mention the most part of my trousers being torn and de- stroyed, that some kind person spread a report 1 was a magician, and the entire population set 266 BROWN AS A BERRY. on me witli sticks and stones^ and I had to bolt for my life/' " Did you run V inquires Thyrza^ much interested. " Rather ! I showed them a clean pair of heels ; for of course I was far out-matched and the odds were tremendous. I tore along to the mandarin's house, contriving to keep ahead of my pursuers. They were much fresher than I was, having had the advantage of their night's rest, while I had been on foot for hours. But the training I had had as a lad at '' Hare and hounds" and " Paper chases" when at school served me now, and I dashed breathless into the hall of the mandarin's house. I was so winded I could not speak or perform the cus- tomary civilities, about which they are very par- ticular. Luckily, Mark was there, and the presence of the mob, with my ragged, bleeding figure — I had got one or two nasty cuts from some stones the natives shied at me — sufficiently explained how things stood." "I wish I had seen you." " I was hardly presentable for a lady's eyes, so it is fortunate you did not. The mandarin had the good sense to listen to reason ; he gave me a bath, and we procured some more decent clothing, and then we discussed the trade dis- BROWN AS A BERRY. 267 pute. Our men were liberated; but the popu- lace were so furious tbat the mandarin was obliged to grant us a guard of soldiers, between whom we marched out of Chip-Cho-Hoang-Ho, very glad to shake the dust of that city off our feet, and escorted into the country by the yells and execrations of the people/^ " What did they say ?" " Oh, little simple things such as ^ Kill the English devils V ' Slash them to bits/ and other cries of that kind. As they spoke Chinese, I understood all they said, and I could scarcely refrain from firing at them ; but I knew if I did nothing would prevent them from falling on us and tearing us to pieces ; and then our country- men would have to put up a memorial to our memory, rejoicing that our loss had left an opening in the trade. It was no joke to keep cool when mud and missiles of divers sorts were whistling round our heads, and the men jeering and mocking and cursing us.^^ " It must have been splendid fun, and so exciting V^ says Thyrza. " I canH say I quite saw where the fun lay at the time,^' returns Terrier, with a grim smile. " And you are welcome to that kind of excite- ment where I am concerned." " Can you speak Chinese ?" 268 BROWN AS A BERRY. "Yes. It is next to impossible to get on with the natives unless you can acquire the language/'' " Is it awfully difficult V' asks Thyrza. " It^s not easy ; worse than Greek ; and you can''t depend on interpreters — often frightful scamps/^ " I wish now I had thought of going into business/^ says Mr. Dods j " the ministerial is not a money-making profession^ and I think before long we ministers will have to strike, like the masons and mill-workers.^^ " China is not what it once was, and it is quite a mistake to think one has only to go out there and money comes of itself. A whole batch of poor young fellows threw up their appointments as clerks in London and came out to Shanghai/' observes Mark. " They were nearly starved, and we had to get up a sub- scription for them to pay their passage home again. The fact is, that one requires interest and capital out at Shanghai as well as in England.^' " Is the climate good V " Not very ; lots of yellow fever, and seven or eight out of every ten who take it on their arrival die. You would require to go out about twenty, or thereabouts, in order to get used to BEOWN AS A BERRY. 269 it. It is a good thing to get into tlie Chinese customs, if you can speak the language. Begin with a house at 50/. per month, which increases if you give satisfaction. In that case you can make plenty of money, and can trade on your own hook. If I was going to begin again I think I should try the Island of Formosa.^^ " Had I known what I do now, it would have been the very thing,^^ answers Mr. Dods. '^ What do you think of the burgh of Queens- muir ?" " In much about the same condition as Shanghai was when I first knew it, as regards the streets. It has improved immensely of late years. I suppose you never heard the joke about Terrier when he first arrived there. He had letters of introduction to the heads of a firm, and they, hearing of his landing, invited him to dine with them. So, after looking about the town a little he took up his abode in an hotel and donned his very best evening dress clothes. Of course he was anxious to cut a dash and make a good impression upon the gentlemen. So then he set off. It grows dark very sud- denly in China, and the streets of Shanghai were neither paved nor lighted, and were very 270 BROWN AS A BERRY. like a sea of mud^ with lakes of water here and there. A considerable gale was blowing, and somehow or another Ferrier tripped up, lost his balance, and fell headlong, all his length in the slush.^^ " What did he say V asks Mr. Dods. " Something much too hot and strong to be repeated in your presence,^^ says Ferrier, answer- ing for himself. " I was in a holy frame of mind, more easily imagined than described, as novelists say when they come to an awkward bit. I have often noticed that, after remarking, ' it is impossible to describe this scene,' they never fail to have a shy at it."*^ " And did you go to dinner ?" '•' Hardly. I went back to the hotel and sent an excuse to the people. ^^ " Do you know Jack once made a plum- pudding ? It was one Christmas, in Shanghai, Mrs. Napier. It was a great big one, for fifty people, and was boiled in a cauldron. Jack had two fellows with long poles to stir it round. ^^ ^^ What, was it not boiled in a bag V ex- claims Jane MacNab. " Oh yes, it must have been, but still I re- collect its being stirred round, and one of the BROWN AS A BERRY. 271 men complaining of being too hot, Jack emptied a bucket of cold water over bis bead." " It is very scrubby of you^ Mark^ to tell tales out of school," remonstrates Jack_, amid tbe general laughter. " John Chinaman would rather run a dozen miles than meet Jack when he was in one of his impulsive moods. He does not call it being in a temper, or a rage^ or a passion,, but merely being a little impulsive '^ " That is worth remembering," says Mr. Dods ; '^the next time I am reproached with scolding the congregation for bad attendance at the kirk, I shall say I am only following my im- pulses." " Now, Miss Thyrza," calls Mark, ^' I believe it is left to you to give the coup de grace and end our miseries." Thyrza steps forward, and the balls being placed near the winning-post, puts them out one after another. The victorious side wave their mallets over their heads in triumph. " Well, Miss Jane, you deserved to win, for I think I only went through about six hoops," owns Mr. Lefroy, frankly. ^' You did not require to tell me," returns 272 BROWN AS A BERRY. Jane^ appeased by having won, " for I saw very well what was going on/^ " Will you have your revenge ?" asks Ferrier. " I daresay you will play the second game better and will be more used to the ground and the mallets.^' CHAPTER IX. T is a wet day, in fact, a very wet day. Wet days may be divided into two kinds, those whicli make a feeble attempt at intervals to clear up and often delude a pleasure party into the mistaken belief that if they wait a little longer it will soon be fine ; but this desirable event does not happen, the sun remains behind the cloud which perhaps has a " silver lining ^' somewhere and the rain keeps on a gentle drizzle, all the more irritating because it is just too heavy to go out in, and has besides saturated the grass and woods with wet. Then in opposition to the undecided rainy day is the decided wet day. This is more agreeable to deal with. One knows what to do and what to expect; one is not beguiled with delusive hopes of getting out ; and accepting fate quietly, one settles down to one^s work or letters with peacefulness. This is unmistakeably a decided wet day. There is no VOL. I. 18 274 BROWN AS A BERRY. doubt about the way in which the rain pours down from the grey eaves^ and trickles along the waterspouts. The weather has made up its mind to be wet_, and wet it is. The wind howls mournfully round the house^ and mixes with the racket of the waves on the rocks below as treble and bass mingle together in a duet. Few visitors trouble Carmylie, even in fine weather; so on a day like this^ of drenching rain^ there is little chance of being disturbed by morning callers. Terrier is in his study smok- ing a pipe and pondering over his father's debtS; and a meeting he must shortly hold in Edinburgh with some of the Scotch creditors and his lawyers. His attitude is more easy than elegant,, his feet resting on the top bar of the grate, in which burn pieces of peat and fir- wood, and his hands are crossed over his shoul- ders behind his neck. Dinner is in course of preparation in the kitchen. Cecilia is head cook besides being housekeeper, and some of her efforts would startle Mr. Lefroy. Her know- ledge consists of how to make broth and boil beef, and she can also fry trout. That a little variation in the menu is desirable, never once occurs to her. On Jack's arrival from China, he had dismissed the cook and two housemaids, finding from a cursory glance at his father^s BKOWN AS A BERRY. 275 papers that he could not afiford to keep more servants than Rattray and Cecilia. Conse- quently^ the household is rather primitive. The meals are served within half an hour or so of the time fixed, and it is Ceoilia^s opinion Mrs. Ferrier ought to be thankful to see dinner at all, instead of complaining that the roast hare is so peculiarly skewered it looks as if it were going to leap off the dish ; or grumbling about the tea having been boiled before the fire until it is bitter as senna. Mrs. Napier^s own maid, a supercilious woman — a bad imitation of her mistress in style and dress — is a thorn in the flesh to Cecilia. Mrs. Ferrier has not been accustomed to housekeeping. Until latterly, she has always had a housekeeper. But, feeling for Jack, she has read up cookery books, and now ventures rather timidly into the kitchen to heg Cecilia to take pains with the stew. Cecilia is not fond of being intruded upon in her own particular domain, " leddies should bide in their ain place, and she wad bide in hers.^^ And after replying not very brightly, Mrs. Fer- rier goes back to her sitting-room. Rattray is making a " potato bogle," Anglice, scarecrow, the day being too wet for him to do any outdoor work. He has got an old sack, an 18—2 276 BROWN AS A BERRY. ancient hat_, a ragged coat^ and a quantity of sawdust, with which to stuff the figure. Cecilia careers from pan to pan, lifting off lids and putting them on again, while Rattray whistles his favourite tune, ^^ Charlie over the Water/'' and stitches the sack together with a darning needle and some twine. He devises arms rather ingeniously by means of a piece of wood, and tying a string round the neck of the sack manufactures a round bullet-shaped knob intended for a head. " Gae wa^ oot o^ that, Maister Davie V ex- claims Cecilia, '' Fll no hae ye routing amang my pans. Fat^s that ye hae drappit into the watter butt at the door ? Gae wa^ wi^ ye.''^ '' Would it not be jolly to paint eyes, nose, and mouth, on the bogle ?" says Davie, paying no heed to Cecilia, and abstracting a hot potato from one of the aforesaid pans, so hot that he dances in a sort of pantomime over the brick floor while peeling it. '' Fine,'''' returns Kattray. " But how would you pent them T' " Youll see," answers Davie, making a grab at Cecilia*s cap in running out of the kitchen, and presently he comes back with a large cameFs- hair paint brush, and a small bottle containing a dark fluid. BROWN AS A BERRY. 277 '' That's no pent." " Oh,, isn't it ? Just look how splendidly it takes it on." " I dinna believe it's pent" persists Rattray, as Davie with a few touches of his brush pro- duces a pair of goggle eyes, a nose a good deal to the one side, and a mouth literally from ear to ear. " Will you let me paint your face, then ?" asks Davie. " You can easily wash it off, you know." '^ It's ower thin-like stuff for pent." Davie does not wait for further permission, but dipping the brush into the dark fluid in the little bottle proceeds to paint whiskers on each side of Rattray's weatherbeaten cheeks among the stubble he carefully shaves off every Sunday morning. " It has an awfu'-like stink" says Rattray, " will it be ink ?" " It's black paint, Rattray." " I'm for nane upon my nose. It's a trick ye're up to, Davie." '' Oh, Rattray, just a little on the tip of your nose." " I'm for nane o' your impidence ! Ye are no kenning fat tae mak' o' yersel the day." Davie throws the bottle away, and taking up 278 BROWN AS A BERRY. the coat stuffs the arms of the scarecrow into it. He is in the act of tjing the hat on its head, when an exclamation from Rattray causes him to fly rapidly out at the kitchen door as if for his life, with Rattray at his heels. ^' It^s awfu' thochtless o' Henry tae leave the door that gait/' says Cecilia, plaintively. " He'll hae the chimney on fire. Whiles there's nae comprehending thae men. Maybe he's gotten a flea in his ear." " David, where is the key of mademoiselle's room ?" calls Terrier. " He's awa' oot this blessed meenit, laird," returns Cecilia. " Oh, laird, that laddie is needing his wheeps. He's gien me something that's taen the skin ofi" my face." " Where is the key of mademoiselle's room ?" repeats Terrier, sternly. A voice replies " far up " the house from the top of a waterspout to which the culprit has scrambled with the agility of a squirrel, ^^ water- butt.'' " Then, Rattray, you must fetch a ladder from the steading. Mademoiselle is locked in her room, and Davie has dropped the key in the butt. I have tried the keys of the other rooms and they won't fit the lock." BROWN AS A BERRY. 279 " Is he no tae get his wheeps, laird ?" " Yes^ if you can catch him," answers Ferrier, laughing at Rattray^ s indignation and the grimaces into which Davie, clinging on to the spout, is twisting his fair face. While Rattray has gone for the ladder, Ter- rier throws sundry tiny pebbles up to Thyrza's window. '' It will be all right directly," he says. *' Tres bien, monsieur," rejoin treble accents from above. '' Hold the ladder steady, Rattray. Is this the longest you could find ?" " Aweel, it is." '^ What are those streaks you have on each cheek ?" he asks, ascending the ladder. " I dinna ken, but they burn terrible. Davie pented the potato bogle first, and syne he's tae pent my face. He wanted tae pit some o' that black stufi" on my nose, and it's a maircy I'd mair sense nor let him. I suspectit it was no vera richt when he mentioned the nose. I've wash'd them but they're nae better." " I believe it's caustic, Rattray. It was lucky you were not such a soft as to let him do the whole of your face." " Bide a wee till I catch ye, Maister David," shouts Rattray, holding the ladder with one hand 280 BROWN AS A BERRY. and shaking his closed fist in the direction of Davie. ]\Iaster Bavie^ although in rather a precarious situation.,, liberates one finger to place it in close proximity with a feature in his face which nature has not thought fit to render very prominent : indeed^ it is a decided snub. However^ snub noses have one decided advantage over those of a more classic type ; they can be twisted from one side of the visage to the other^ and are a great aid in the art of grimace making, Ferrier reaches Thyrza's window and looks in. " This is the only resource left, mademoiselle, unless you go up the chimney, as the door won^t break open. Will it alarm you ? I thought it would be easier if I came to guide you for the first few steps.^'' "No, monsieur.^'' " You had better not look down at the side of the house if you can help it."*^ " I always feel giddy on a high place.^' " And yet you ran along the parapet of Bogg Bridge so carelessly. There was no sense in doing that. Now you want pluck you have none.^^ Thyrza climbs on to the sill by the assistance of a chair ; Ferrier gives her his hand and holds her by the waist until her feet are firmly planted on the steps of the ladder. BROWN AS A BEURY. 281 '^ Now_, do begin to move. It may be a romantic position tbis particularly dry day^ but I don't relisb it mucb/^ He is afraid for her up at sucb a great beigbt^ and has an uneasy recol- lection of noticing, as he ascended, that the ladder is rotten, or not very secure about the middle. But he dare not say anything for fear of rendering her more nervous. " The losh keeps/' exclaimed Rattray from below. ^'^Are you and the laird tae bide a' day at the tap yonder T' " I must let go, mademoiselle,^' pursues Terrier. " Oh, don't, monsieur." " We shall never get down if I don't. Keep hold with both hands, and come cautiously, mademoiselle, thee's nowt but a gawpin, as they used to say at Marshley. What a fine view there is from here ! There are splendid breakers on at the sand-bar. I could get a capital shot at that seagull if I had a gun." Ferrier removes his hand from Thyrza's waist and goes down several steps, leaving her to come as she can. " Courage, mademoiselle ; if you fall you fall on me, and we shall both go together." Left to herself, Thyrza puts one foot and then the other down^ and so arrives towards the bottom of the 282 BROWN AS A BERRY. ladder, when it breaks in two and slie only saves herself by springing to the ground. ^' It is fortunate that did not happen before, or you and I should have damaged our necks a little I fear/^ says Jack, in his most frigid voice. " How came Davie to play such a trick as to lock you in ? You are too young to have the care of such romping children." " I don^t know," answers Thyrza, recovered from her fright. " I went to make myself tidy, and when I wanted to get out the door was locked, and I screamed, and monsieur came and tried to break into the room, and he could not, and the keys did not fit, and voila tout." " Tidy !" rejoins Terrier, with a queer look at Thyrza^s hair, which comme ordinaire is in admired disorder, and the pin of her bow in the front of her gown has vanished, leaving it dangling ready to fall. ^' Next to a sensible woman I like to see a tidy one. Neatness is the sign of a well-balanced mind." ^' I was under the impression I was very neat indeed," she returns, as they halt in the porch for a moment. ^' Then T don^t know what you can call untidy!" " Kh, if you had seen me sometimes at the pension you would perceive one great improve- ment now." BROWN AS A BERRY. 283 ^^Well, I did not, and I am afraid I have lost something very valuable by not being there. May I venture to inquire how many hundred years you propose staying in this porch in a thorough draught V^ Meanwhile Rattray has picked up the broken ladder, and propping the longest end against the side of the house has scrambled up as far as he can go with safety. Davie crawls along the waterspout and stops short near Rattray. He is well aware nothing will be done to him. He has only to lie on his back and roar lustily to make both Mrs. Terrier and Charity nearly go into hysterics. If old Mr. Terrier had been alive Davie would not have ventured on such pranks, but even he had softened down a good deal before his death, and the mischief which would have been visited with condign punish- ment in his own sons merely drew a smile upon the grandchildren. As vexing or distressing Mrs. Terrier in any way is the last thing Jack would do, Davie gets off scot free, although he considers he would be much benefited by an occasional thrashing. Davie approaches nearer Rattray. The old man shakes his fist at him, and Da\ne adroitly slips on to a window-sill and seizes the ladder. " Ye thrawn wratch V cries Rattray, angrily. 284 BROWN AS A BERRY. " bide till I^m on the groond again and Fll gie ye it/' " Will you really T' says Davie^ shaking the ladder violently. '' Oh-, maircyj maircy \" exclaims Kattray. " Will you promise not to say anything about it?'' '' Na^ I'll promise naething." " Then I'll shake the ladder until you fall/' pursues Davie, knowing he has the best of it_, and thoroughly enjoying Rattray's terror. " Oh, oh ! I'll say naething mair, I winna, Maister Davie, I winna." " Will you swear you won't ?" demanded the young rascal, giving the ladder a tremendous jerk. " I'll sweer onythi7ig, onything ye like," pants Rattray, breathless with fear, willing to swear to whatever Davie wishes, and resolved to perjure himself the instant he touches terra firma again. " Then I'll let you down," slackening his grasp of the ladder, on which it need hardly be said Rattray scuttles off it sideways, like a crab in a hurry, and ducks behind the water-butt. Davie, occupied with an acrobatic performance of sliding from the spout on to the ladder and descending at the gallop, is received almost into BROWN AS A BERRY. 285 the very arms of Rattray^ who has skulked out from his hiding-place. Davie^ however, is slip- pery as an eel, and three times as supple as Rattray ; he twists himself from his embrace by a somersault, regains his footing, and is in the house and upstairs with Mrs. Ferrier before Rattray has been able to rise from the wet dank grass. ^^ Are you busy, mademoiselle V asks Ferrier, entering the schoolroom some few minutes later. ^^ Not very, monsieur.^^ " Could you spare me a few minutes V " Yes,''^ says Thyrza, rather wonderingly, " I could, but I am not sure that I shall/'' <' Why not ? What have I done to incur your displeasure ?" " You told me I was very untidy .'' '^ So you were.^^ '' But I am neat now, am I not ?" "Well/^ doubtfully, looking at the simple print gown and blue bow at the throat, which she has put on since coming out of her room by the ladder, having found it in the schoolroom, " it's better. But did you ever pin your collar straight in your life V '' Is it not straight ?" " No ; a quarter of an inch too much to the left. I have got a letter from my French agent 286 BROWN AS A BERRY. which I can^t quite make out. The idioms are so bothering and the fellow writes such an odd hand_, otherwise I should not trouble you/' " It will be no trouble. I suppose monsieur desires that I should translate it into English for him ?" " Exactly so/' '^ Shall I begin now ? Where is the letter ?'' ^^ It is in my study. I think you will find it easier to write a translation of it there^ especially as there are a number of trade terms in it which without me you would be unable to understand. Will you come then ?'' Terrier's study is the morning-room which belonged to the late Mr. Terrier. It is fitted up with light oak and dark blue hangings powdered with gold fleur-de-lisj with carpet and furniture to match, of blue and oak. Pictures on the walls of racehorses in almost every possible attitude, reveal the taste uppermost in the mind of the previous owner. On a writing-desk is an inkstand composed of four horse-hoofs set in silver, formerly appertaining to a favourite mare of Mr. Ferrier's. Round the room are hung a collection of antique pistols and guns and fowling-pieces, and some magnificent trophies of big game, sent home from India by Captain Napier ; heads of tigers and elks and antelopes. BROWN AS A BERRY. 287 and the striped skin that once covered the treacherous;, cruel form of a huge man-eater now serves the peaceful purpose of a comfortable hearthrug. On a table strewn with papers, blue envelopes, and ledgers, are several morocco-cases of jewels belonging to Mrs. Ferrier. They are to be sold by her own wish, and contain trinkets of great value. '' There is a seat, mademoiselle," says Ferrier, dragging out a large arm-chair for her. Thyrza sits down and translates the small, elaborate writing of the Frenchman into English. " Koonfongs ?" she asks, inquiringly. '' And No. 1 and No. 2 tsatlee koonfongs, Hs ?" " Oh, merely trade terms. Stick to the point in question. What is it the man wants to say about seeing me in the autumn. Does he want me to go, or does he not ?" " I have not finished yet, but I shall in another moment. Shall I write it out for you, or read it aloud ?" '^ Write it out, please, and then I shall not forget it.'' She copies out the translation and hands it to Ferrier. After he has read it through, he ap- parently waits for her to abandon her seat and leave the room. " Can I help monsieur T' she says, when 288 BROWN AS A BERRY. Ferrier has been so good as to remark lie con- siders the translation '^ not bad/"* ^' You have already done so. I think there is nothing more in the way of further assistance that you can do. You cannot add up the accounts ; I suspect your arithmetic is of an Irish nature — Twice five is six ; the nines in four you canH, so dot three and carry one^ and let the rest walk V " Oh no/^ returns Thyrza_, earnestly, " indeed it is not. And I do want to let you see that I am not silly and foolish .^^ " If you imagine I think you are so, you must know my thoughts better than I know them myself.^^ " But you said I was silly. ^'' " You are not more foolish than most girls, and a great deal wiser than some/^ he rejoins, a little impatiently, " but you must not mind what / say. I don^t know much about girls. During the past few years, as I have already told you, I have seen precious few specimens, and I must own what I have seen did not make me wish to see any more,^"* laying down his pen, and strangling a violent yawn that is trying hard to get into existence. '^ I do mind what you say. I can^t bear for BROWN AS A BERRY. 289 you to think me a simpering nothing. I want you to believe I am not stupid/' " I don't say you are a simpering young woman. Far from it.'' This comes of being out of the ordinary run. No good ever results from that. Well, she is no relation of his, so it does not signify. " But I can't believe you are wise when you are not,^^ he goes on very distinctly, *^^no young persons are. When you are older and have seen the world you will have acquired knowledge, and have learnt how to use the common sense with which nature has provided you " " I wish I was old," she bursts forth, impe- tuously. " Time will soon cure that fault. What is the matter ?" " Oh, nothing," she says, abruptly, turning away. " Well, then ; I will swear you are wiser than Solomon." " No, don^ty I had much rather you said what you thought. I should hate for you to say un- truths only to please me, as if I were a baby J' " Hate ! is not that rather strong language considering the occasion ? There is no pleasing you. If I say what I think, you are — impul- VOL. I. 19 290 BROWN AS A BEKRY. sive ; if I flatter you^ it is worse. What shall I do T' " I don^t want to be flattered or compli- mented; if monsieur would let me assist him/^ she rejoins, persuasively, ^' I used to copy out Mr. Spindler's musical compositions for him, and I never made any mistakes. Besides, there is no fear of '' pausing. " Of what ? Go on, mademoiselle.^' " There is no fear of you falling in love with me,'"* says she quietly, without an atom of co- quettishness in her manner. " Speak for yourself,^' returns Terrier, gravely, " how do you know that T' ^' Because you told me so.'"' " Do you believe everything you are told ? You ought to believe nothing of what you hear, and only a quarter of what you see. What^s the use of my thinking well of you ? It won't do you any good, or make you a bit the happier, or put any money into your pocket." " Monsieur is so clever ; his opinion is worth having.'' " I am afraid I am only a poor devil at the best, a man of no account," and Terrier gives a little sigh ; " it is really very amiable of you to wish to help me, but I scarcely think you understand what you want to undertake. Shall BROWN AS A BERRY. 291 I instal you in office as my clerk ? * Yes/ you answer^ but I shall perhaps be cross and scold ; then the tide will come in and you will cry." " Oh no/"* she replied, with a bright smile, " I never cry. I am sure I should not.^' '^'Well, I will tell you what I am about. You may have heard that I am rich, but in fact I am poor as a church mouse. These books here are the lawyers^ accounts which I am look- ing over. Now, you don't know the difference between single and double entry." " Well, it is a fact I do not, but I can learn,'' says she with another smile, which makes Terrier inwardly determine he will not invite this new kind of clerk to return to his study, otherwise the play will end in a word of four letters — Love. "You would learn Chinese as quickly,'^ he answered, gruffly ; " however, I will give you a trial. First of all, seven times eight V' " Fifty-six." "Are you certain?" " Sans doute, monsieur."' " Nine times nine V " Eighty-one." " Once one ?" " Two." Ferrier shakes his head. 19—2 292 BROWN AS A BERRY. '' Ahj wliat stupid I am ! One of course." ^^ So far, so good. Please give me your un- divided attention. There are the leases of the grass parks — Scotch term that for meadows — at Carmylie for the last eight years,, add up the sum total, and as you wish to be useful, will you sew a button on this wristband for me? Needle and thread are just at hand in Charity ^s workbox.'''' Whether nervous or not cannot precisely be said, but Thyrza bungles in threading her needle, and only after an attempt of about a minute, does she discover that the reason of her non- success lies in the eye being filled up. Even then, she does not thread it with her usual quickness. However, this being finished, she turns to Terrier. '^ As you are so kind, mademoiselle, this is wnere the deficiency lies." She bends down to stitch on the button, un- conscious of the quickening of Terrier's pulse, like electric wildfire, as her brown soft fingers accidentally touch his strong muscular wrist, and a tress of her flowing locks rests for an instant on his dark bronzed cheek. She is so close to him that he can almost hear her heart beating rapidly under its thin print covering. Intent 'brown as a berry. 293 on her work^ slie does not notice the glance he fixes npon her. " It is not now properly sewn on. See what a little thing is sufficient to break it off/' he exclaims, treacherously wrenching it off, in order to have the pleasure of Thyrza sewing it on again. " Your education has evidently been neglected. Before trying to be a clerk, you should get up thoroughly the arts belonging to your own sex. Seventeen years of age, and not able to stitch on a button." '^ It is monsieur's fault, and monsieur has no manners,'' remonstrates Thyrza, threading her needle once again, and beginning her task once more in all innocence, " if monsieur would re- main tranquil I could do it very well." "Ah, you've pricked your finger ; poor little brown finger." '^ Don't pity me," says she, viciously. " You should not undertake more than you can do." She gives a little stamp and snaps the thread. " Sew it on yourself," she exclaims, and throw- ing the needle into the fire, she moves towards the door preparing to make her exit, when Jack prevents her by standing with his back set against the panels. "We should never have got on as master 294 BROWN AS A BERRY. and clerk. Nature knew a long way tlie best when she made you a woman, but that sensi- tive disposition of yours so touchy '^ " I am not touchy/^ " I beg your pardon, you are touchy. That disposition would have got you into dreadful scrapes as a man. Why, you would have been knocking down every second fellow you met, because he happened to say something which offended you. Look here, mademoiselle, I want you to make friends with Charity. You will learn from her those nice feminine ways which are so taking.^"* " I can^t endure nice feminine ways,^' protests Thyrza, thoroughly provoked. ^' Why should not a man and woman be able to be friends without falling in love T' " Not a very relevant question,^^ returns Terrier, in an exasperatingly cool tone of voice, still keeping his back firmly pressed against the door. " Because any experiment of the kind I ever heard of has been a failure. ^^ '' Monsieur, I wish to return to my school- room ; please open the door." " Pardon me, you have not fulfilled your part of the bargain," says he ; "^ I believe you pro- mised to help me about the grass leases."*' " WeU V BROWN AS A BERRY. 295 '^ I will explain it to you if you will attend. There are so many fields — you will find the number on referring to the papers — each con- taining so many acres of land let at so much per pole^ and varying in price as the land varies in value. It is as easy as A B C.^' But Thyrza is too much offended to be at once consoled and appeased. Ferrier quits the door. He comes to her. Her left hand — the forefinger of which was wounded in his service — hangs limply dowuj and on the said small forefinger there is a little red stain. " I never thought monsieur could have laughed at me/' she answers^ in return to his expressions of penitence, rubbing off the stain with her handkerchief. " I am too old and stiff to go down on my knees, mademoiselle, or I would do so and apologize," he entreats. Thyrza yields at his contrition and believes that had he not been in truth too stiff, he would have sued forgiveness from his bended knees, and she takes up her position at the table. Arithmetic, unfortunately, is her weak point. She cannot add up or divide the smallest sum mentally, and even if provided with pencil and paper before her she still requires some length of time for reflection. The famous ^' herring and 296 BROWN AS A BERRY. a half*' has only been solved by her during the past year,, and though clever enough in other departments, she could never have gained a prize in the mathematical line. I am afraid she would have been plucked in an examination at Oxford or Cambridge. Her imaginative powers are much greater than her arithmetical abilities. One reason for this may be that arithmetic, beyond the four simple rules, has never been clearly ex- plained to her. Now, she is excited, and without pausing to think goes to work at once, sets down the number of acres carefully and the price which they fetched during one grazing season. Ferrier has told her to ascertain the amount which the lot will come to for each year sepa- rately. This is because in some seasons the fields realized more than at others. And then having found the sum for each year to add the produce of the eight years together. This, of course, would give the sum total. But Thyrza, in her haste to do it well and fast, forgets the simple directions, and is presently involved in calculations between cyphers and an odd process of counting which would have made the hair of any good arithmetician stand on end. Then she cannot remember for her very existence how many poles there are in an acre^ and she is too proud to ask. BROWN AS A BERRY. 297 Terrier,, meauwhile;, transcribes quickly into a large book, and then answers a letter from -his lawyer in Edinburgh. He writes a small, clear, business-like hand. There is a good deal of character in the decisive, steady letters, formed without a tremor or falter. He reads over the epistle before closing it for the purpose of dis- covering whether any words have been left oat ; then he seals the envelope with his crest. It is also like the man that the seal is well done and perfectly impressed — not an indistinct line in the largely-engraved crest. When this is finished he looks at Thyrza. She is struggling with the sum, which being worked in the wrong way shows an aggregate of several thousand pounds. She bites her lips and wrinkles her blue-veined forehead into deep frowns. She grows hot and pushes her troublesome hair away from her shoulders. As she is doing the sum with pen and ink, she cannot rub out the working. One or two sheets of paper she covers with figures and blots, which are as fast destroyed. Terrier rises and leans over the back of her chair to examine the progress of the sum. She bows down her head and stretches her hands over the last sheet. " Let me look,-*-* he says. ^' I shan't," she rejoins, raising her head and 298 BROVfN AS A BERRY. doubling up the paper. Ferrier lays liis hand on- it. She tears it into little bits ; but she is not so quick about it that Terrier has not contiived to catch a glimpse of the total result. " Three thousand five hundred pounds for the rent of about a dozen and a half of fields from Whitsuntide to Martinmas. By Jove, I wish I had you for a tenant. Matters would soon square themselves at that rate. How many poles are there in an acre V " I — don't — know/' very slowly, and passing an inky finger over her cheek, she leaves thereon a smudge. '' I think there are something like forty and a quarter. Are you vexed, mademoiselle V "No-o-o," doubtfully and prolonged. " You forgot what I told you. By-the-bye, you've inked your face." '' Have I ?" ^' You want a looking-glass, I see. There is not one in this room. You are only making it worse. Stay, 1 daresay you can manage with this," pulling out his watch and opening it where it is wound up. " When I've been badly ofi" I've often put my tie straight by its means." Thyrza takes the watch and removes the smudge, Ferrier contemplating her the while. BROWN AS A BERRY. 299 " The most beautiful looking-glass I ever saw is here just now/^ he says^ presently. " Where^ monsieur ?" she inquires^ regarding him steadfastly. '' In your eyes/' he answered. " I seem a different man when I look at myself in them.'' " In my eyes, monsieur?" " Yes, in your eyes. If you look into mine you will see yourself reflected,, very small, it is true, but quite perfect. Tell me what you see now ?" "Well, it is a fact," she exclaims, joyfully; "I do really see myself, monsieur." " I see in your eyes the reflection of a man, who might have been much better, and a respec- table fellow, but who instead went all wrong, and is now getting content to drift where fate drives him." " Then you don't see yourself, monsieur. How is it that I saw myself so well ?" " There is a great difference between your eyes and mine." " Is there ? But how ? And who is it you saw?" " I can't explain the difference between our eyes, so well as I can this sum about the grass leases. Eighteen hundred and sixty-four seems to 300 BEOWN AS A BERRY. have been a capital year for the parks. How many are there ? Fifteen ; I suppose some land must have been reclaimed from the heather, as after- wards they increase to eighteen and nineteen/'' He sits down beside Thyrza, taking a fresh sheet of paper_, and setting the sum in clear neat figures, does it for her, explaining the reason of each mode of working. After this, he destroys it and makes Thyrza go through the whole her- self, figure by figure, and refuses to assist her when her memory failing her for a moment, she forgets what she ought to do next. Then after she has finished the whole triumphantly, and copied it tidily into one of the large ledgers she rises, crying delightedly — " Now, monsieur, allow that I am of some use.^'' " I donH know how it strikes you, but it strikes me that calculating the time, the waste of paper and ink, &c., I might almost as well have done it myself,'''' returns Terrier, drily. Thyrza walks right out of the room, banging the door after her, as an outlet to her feelings. It is amazing how refreshing a little explosion of the kind is when one is slightly agitated. " Mademoiselle, mademoiselle,'''' shouts Fer- rier, ^^ as we live under the same roof- tree, let us be at peace. Will not you excuse my — impul- siveness, and stitch on that shirt-button V BROWN AS A BERRY. 301 '' That I never will/' returns Thyrza, hotly. " And I'll never come back to your study, never, and you may translate your letters as you can/' "A regular little pepper-pot/' reflects Fer- rier, returning to his peculiar sanctum, and lighting a cigar, ^' she's quite right about keep- ing out of this study. If she came often I should be making a fool of myself. It's better we should be at daggers drawn. Jove ! I was very near giving her a kiss, and I believe I should if I had not cut up deuced nasty that minute. She'll think me a brute. Hang those infernal debts, I shall never get rid of them all my life. I wish Charity had engaged a woman of an awkward age." '' Please, sir ; the meenister has called tae speir for ye," says Cecilia, sticking her head into the study. 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