Adventure stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
Here I fell in a panic. Suppose he accept my tale (thinks I), suppose
he invite my sister to his house, and that I bring her. I shall have a
fine ravelled pirn to unwind, and may end by disgracing both the lassie
and myself. Thereupon I began hastily to expound to him my sister’s
character. She was of a bashful disposition, it appeared, and be
extremely fearful of meeting strangers that I had left her at that
moment sitting in a public place alone. And then, being launched upon
the stream of falsehood, I must do like all the rest of the world in
the same circumstance, and plunge in deeper than was any service;
adding some altogether needless particulars of Miss Balfour’s
ill-health and retirement during childhood. In the midst of which I
awoke to a sense of my behaviour, and was turned to one blush.
The old gentleman was not so much deceived but what he discovered a
willingness to be quit of me. But he was first of all a man of
business; and knowing that my money was good enough, however it might
be with my conduct, he was so far obliging as to send his son to be my
guide and caution in the matter of a lodging. This implied my
presenting of the young man to Catriona. The poor, pretty child was
much recovered with resting, looked and behaved to perfection, and took
my arm and gave me the name of brother more easily than I could answer
her. But there was one misfortune: thinking to help, she was rather
towardly than otherwise to my Dutchman. And I could not but reflect
that Miss Balfour had rather suddenly outgrown her bashfulness. And
there was another thing, the difference of our speech. I had the Low
Country tongue and dwelled upon my words; she had a hill voice, spoke
with something of an English accent, only far more delightful, and was
scarce quite fit to be called a deacon in the craft of talking English
grammar; so that, for a brother and sister, we made a most uneven pair.
But the young Hollander was a heavy dog, without so much spirit in his
belly as to remark her prettiness, for which I scorned him. And as soon
as he had found a cover to our heads, he left us alone, which was the
greater service of the two.
CHAPTER XXIV.
FULL STORY OF A COPY OF HEINECCIUS
The place found was in the upper part of a house backed on a canal. We
had two rooms, the second entering from the first; each had a chimney
built out into the floor in the Dutch manner; and being alongside, each
had the same prospect from the window of the top of a tree below us in
a little court, of a piece of the canal, and of houses in the Hollands
architecture and a church spire upon the further side. A full set of
bells hung in that spire and made delightful music; and when there was
any sun at all, it shone direct in our two chambers. From a tavern hard
by we had good meals sent in.
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