Christian fiction; Fishers -- Fiction; Love stories; Scotland -- Fiction
Those more immediately around the marquis were soon laughing over
the story of the trick he had played the blind piper, and the
apology he had had to make in consequence; and perhaps something
better than mere curiosity had to do with the wish of several of
the guests to see the old man and his grandson. The marquis said
the piper himself would take care they should not miss him, but he
would send for the young fellow, who was equally fitted to amuse
them, being quite as much of a character in his way as the other.
He spoke to the man behind his chair, and in a few minutes Malcolm
made his appearance, following the messenger.
“Malcolm,” said the marquis kindly, “I want you to keep your eyes
open, and see that no mischief is done about the place.”
“I dinna think there’s ane o’ oor ain fowk wad dee ony mischeef,
my lord,” answered Malcolm; “but whan ye keep open yett, ye canna
be sure wha wins in, specially wi’ sic a gowk as Johnny Bykes at
ane o’ them. No ’at he wad wrang yer lordship a hair, my lord!”
“At all events you’ll be on the alert,” said the marquis.
“I wull that, my lord. There’s twa or three aboot a’ready ’at I
dinna a’thegither like the leuks o’. They’re no like country-fowk,
an’ they’re no fisher-fowk. It’s no far aff the time o’ year whan
the gipsies are i’ the w’y o’ payin’ ’s a veesit, an’ they may ha’
come in at the Binn yett (_gate_), whaur there’s nane but an auld
wife to haud them oot.”
“Well, well,” said the marquis, who had no fear about the behaviour
of his guests, and had only wanted a colour for his request of
Malcolm’s presence. “In the meantime,” he added, “we are rather
short-handed here. Just give the butler a little assistance--will
you?”
“Wullin’ly, my lord,” answered Malcolm, forgetting altogether, in
the prospect of being useful and within sight of Lady Florimel,
that he had but half finished his own dinner. The butler, who
had already had an opportunity of admiring his aptitude, was glad
enough to have his help; and after this day used to declare that
in a single week he could make him a better servant than any of the
men who waited at table. It was indeed remarkable how, with such
a limited acquaintance with the many modes of an artificial life,
he was yet, by quickness of sympathetic insight, capable not only
of divining its requirements, but of distinguishing, amid the
multitude of appliances around, those fitted to their individual
satisfaction.
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