‘Na! as sure’s death, Mr. Walkinshaw,’ exclaimed the honest writer,
with a warmth and simplicity rather obsolete among his professional
brethren now-a-days, however much they may have been distinguished for
those qualities in the innocent golden age; ‘Na! as sure’s death, Mr.
Walkinshaw, this is mair than I hae the conscience to do; the lads are
parties to the transaction, by their reversionary interest, and it is
but right and proper they should know what they are about.’
‘Mr. Keelevin,’ cried the Laird, peevishly, ‘ye’re surely growing
doited. It would be an unco-like thing if witnesses to our wills and
testaments had a right to ken what we bequeathe. Please God, neither
Charlie nor Watty sall be ony the wiser o’ this day’s purpose, as lang
as the breath’s in my body.’
‘Weel, Mr. Walkinshaw,’ replied the lawyer, ‘ye’ll tak your own way
o’t, I see that; but, as ye led me to believe, I hope an’ trust it’s
in your power to make up to Charles the consequences of this very
extraordinary entail; and I hope ye’ll lose no time till ye hae done
sae.’
‘Mr. Keelevin, ye’ll read the papers,’ was the brief and abrupt answer
which Claud made to this admonition; and the papers were accordingly
brought in and read.
During the reading, Claud was frequently afflicted by the discordant
cheerfulness of Charles’s voice in the outer room, joking with the
clerks at the expense of his fortunate brother; but the task of
aforesaids and hereafters being finished, he called them in, with
a sharp and peevish accent, and signed the deeds in their presence.
Charles took the pen from his father, and also at once signed as
witness, while Mr. Keelevin looked the living image of amazement; but,
when the pen was presented to Watty, he refused to take it.
‘What am I to get by this?’ said the natural, mindful of his mother’s
advice. ‘I would like to ken that. Nobody writes papers without
payment.’
‘T’ou’s a born idiot,’ said the father; ‘wilt t’ou no do as t’ou’s
bidden?’
‘I’ll do ony other thing ye like, but I’ll no sign that drum-head
paper, without an advantage: ye would na get Mr. Keelevin to do the
like o’t without payment; and what for should ye get me? Have na I come
in a’ the gait frae the Grippy to do this; and am I no to get a black
bawbee for my pains?’
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