But Captain Bruce seemed determined not to be made a stranger. After
the brief ceremony of introduction to the little party, he sat down
close to Lord Cairnforth, displacing Helen, who quietly retired, and
began to unfold all his circumstances, giving as credentials of identity
a medal received for some Indian battle; a letter from his father, the
colonel, whose handwriting Mr. Menteith immediately recognized, and
other data, which sufficiently proved that he really was the person he
assumed to be.
"For," said he, with that exceedingly frank manner he had, the sort of
manner particularly taking with reserved people, because it saves them
so much trouble--"for otherwise how should you know that I am not an
impostor--a swindler--instead of your cousin, which I hope you
believe I really am, Lord Cairnforth?"
"Certainly," said the earl, smiling, and looking both amused an
interested by this little adventure, so novel in his monotonous life.
Also, his kindly heart was touched by the sickly and feeble aspect of
the young man, by his appearance of poverty, and by something in his air
which the earl fancied implied that brave struggle against misfortune,
more pathetic than misfortune itself. With undisguised pleasure, the
young host sat and watched his guest doing full justice to the very best
supper that the Castle could furnish.
"You are truly a good Samaritan," said Captain Bruce, pouring out freely
the claret which was then the universal drink of even the middle classes
in Scotland. "I had fallen among thieves (literally, for my small
baggage was stolen from me yesterday, and I have no worldly goods beyond
the clothes I stand in); you meet me, my good cousin, with oil and wine,
and set me on your own beast, which I fear I shall have to ask you to
do, for I am not strong enough to walk any distance. How far is it to
the nearest inn?"
"About twenty miles. But we will discuss that question presently. In
the mean time, eat and drink; you need it."
"Ah! Yes. You have never known hunger--I hope you never may; but it
is not a pleasant thing, I assure you, actually to want food."
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