“May be not, plase your honour; but I trust my childer will be happy
after me; and it’s them and my wife I’m thinking of, as in duty bound.
But it is hard your honour should be astray for want of the fortin
you’ve been bred to; and this weighs with me greatly on the other side.
If your honour could live on here, and share with us--But I see your
honour’s displeased at my naming _that_. It was my wife thought o’ that;
I knew it could not do. But then, what I think is, that your honour
should name what you would be pleased to keep to live upon: for, to be
sure, you have a right to live as a gentleman, that have always lived as
one, as every body knows, and none better than I. Would your honour be
so kind, then, as just to put down on a bit of paper what you’d wish to
keep; and that same, whatever it is, none shall touch but yourself; and
I would not own a child for mine that would begrudge it you. I’ll step
down and wait below while your honour writes what you plase.”
The generosity of this man touched me to the heart. I accepted from him
three hundred a year; and requested that the annuity I allowed to the
unfortunate Lady Glenthorn might be continued; that the house which I
had built for Ellinor, and the land belonging to it, might be secured
to her rent-free for life; and that all my debts should be paid. I
recommended Mr. M’Leod in the strongest manner, as an agent whose
abilities and integrity would be to him an invaluable treasure.
Christy, when I gave him the paper on which I had stated these requests,
took a pen instantly, and would have signed his name without reading it;
but to this I absolutely objected.
“Well, then,” said he, “I’ll take it home, and read it over, and take
time, as you desire, to consider. There’s no danger of my changing my
mind about this: I hope your honour can’t think there is.”
The next day, on returning it to me, he observed, that it was making
very little of him to put down only such a trifle; and he pressed me to
make the hundreds thousands:--this I refused.
“But I hope your honour won’t object to what I am going to propose. Is
not there a house in London? and is not there another in England, in the
country? and, sure, I and mine can’t live there and here and every where
at once: if you’d just condescend to occupy one of them, you’d do me a
great pleasure, and a great sarvice too; for every thing would be
right, instead of going wrong, as it might under an agent, and me at a
distance, that does not know well how to manage such great estates. I
hope you’ll not refuse me that, if it’s only to show me I don’t lose
your honour’s good-will.”
The offer was made with so much earnestness, and even delicacy, that
I could not abruptly refuse it at the moment, though one of these
magnificent houses could be of no use tome with an income of 300_l_.
_per annum_.
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