Adventure stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
He looked all about the chamber for a seat, and finding nothing else to
his purpose except my bed, took a place upon the side of it; where,
after I had closed the door, I could not very well avoid joining him.
For however this extraordinary interview might end, it must pass if
possible without waking Catriona; and the one thing needful was that we
should sit close and talk low. But I can scarce picture what a pair we
made; he in his great coat which the coldness of my chamber made
extremely suitable; I shivering in my shirt and breeks; he with very
much the air of a judge; and I (whatever I looked) with very much the
feelings of a man who has heard the last trumpet.
“Well?” says he.
And “Well,” I began, but found myself unable to go further.
“You tell me she is here?” said he again, but now with a spice of
impatience that seemed to brace me up.
“She is in this house,” said I, “and I knew the circumstance would be
called unusual. But you are to consider how very unusual the whole
business was from the beginning. Here is a young lady landed on the
coast of Europe with two shillings and a penny halfpenny. She is
directed to yon man Sprott in Helvoet. I hear you call him your agent.
All I can say is he could do nothing but damn and swear at the mere
mention of your name, and I must fee him out of my own pocket even to
receive the custody of her effects. You speak of unusual circumstances,
Mr. Drummond, if that be the name you prefer. Here was a circumstance,
if you like, to which it was barbarity to have exposed her.”
“But this is what I cannot understand the least,” said James. “My
daughter was placed into the charge of some responsible persons, whose
names I have forgot.”
“Gebbie was the name,” said I; “and there is no doubt that Mr. Gebbie
should have gone ashore with her at Helvoet. But he did not, Mr.
Drummond; and I think you might praise God that I was there to offer in
his place.”
“I shall have a word to say to Mr. Gebbie before long,” said he. “As
for yourself, I think it might have occurred that you were somewhat
young for such a post.”
“But the choice was not between me and somebody else, it was between me
and nobody,” cried I. “Nobody offered in my place, and I must say I
think you show a very small degree of gratitude to me that did.”
“I shall wait until I understand my obligation a little more in the
particular,” says he.
“Indeed, and I think it stares you in the face, then,” said I. “Your
child was deserted, she was clean flung away in the midst of Europe,
with scarce two shillings, and not two words of any language spoken
there: I must say, a bonny business! I brought her to this place. I
gave her the name and the tenderness due to a sister. All this has not
gone without expense, but that I scarce need to hint at. They were
services due to the young lady’s character which I respect; and I think
it would be a bonny business too, if I was to be singing her praises to
her father.”
“You are a young man,” he began.
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