Black humor; Country life -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
"I soon found the lovers needed my assistance more than I could have
supposed; for they were absolute novices in any sort of intrigue,
which to me seemed as easy and natural as lying. Francis had been
detected by some tattling spy in his walks with Clara, and the news
had been carried to old Mowbray, who was greatly incensed at his
daughter, though little knowing that her crime was greater than
admitting an unknown English student to form a personal acquaintance
with her. He prohibited farther intercourse--resolved, in
justice-of-peace phrase, to rid the country of us; and, prudently
sinking all mention of his daughter's delinquency, commenced an
action against Francis, under pretext of punishing him as an
encroacher upon his game, but in reality to scare him from the
neighbourhood. His person was particularly described to all the
keepers and satellites about Shaws-Castle, and any personal
intercourse betwixt him and Clara became impossible, except under
the most desperate risks. Nay, such was their alarm, that Master
Francis thought it prudent, for Miss Mowbray's sake, to withdraw as
far as a town called Marchthorn, and there to conceal himself,
maintaining his intercourse with Clara only by letter.
"It was then I became the sheet-anchor of the hope of the lovers; it
was then my early dexterity and powers of contrivance were first put
to the test; and it would be too long to tell you in how many
shapes, and by how many contrivances, I acted as agent,
letter-carrier, and go-between, to maintain the intercourse of these
separated turtles. I have had a good deal of trouble in that way on
my own account, but never half so much as I took on account of this
brace of lovers. I scaled walls and swam rivers, set bloodhounds,
quarterstaves, and blunderbusses at defiance; and, excepting the
distant prospect of self-interest which I have hinted at, I was
neither to have honour nor reward for my pains. I will own to you,
that Clara Mowbray was so very beautiful--so absolutely confiding in
her lover's friend--and thrown into such close intercourse with me,
that there were times when I thought that, in conscience, she ought
not to have scrupled to have contributed a mite to reward the
faithful labourer. But then, she looked like purity itself; and I
was such a novice at that time of day, that I did not know how it
might have been possible for me to retreat, if I had made too bold
an advance--and, in short, I thought it best to content myself with
assisting true love to run smooth, in the hope that its course
would assure me, in the long-run, an Earl's title, and an Earl's
fortune.
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