"Velveteen breeches and powdered hair!" said auld Paul laughing, and
taking the pipe out of his cheek, "whose butler is't that ye're after?"
"Well," said I to him, "I see it all as plain as a pikestaff. He is off
bodily; but may the meat and the drink he has taken off us be like drogs
to his inside; and may the velveteens play crack, and cast the steeks at
every step he takes!" It was no Christian wish; and Paul laughed till he
was like to burst, at my expense. "Gang your ways hame, Mansie," said he
to me, clapping me on the shoulder as if I had been a wean, "and give
over setting traps, for ye see you have catched a Tartar."
This was too much; first to be cheated by a swindling loon, and then made
game of by a flunkie; and, in my desperation, I determined to do some
awful thing.
Nanse followed me in from the door, and asked what news?--I was ower big,
and ower vexed to hear her; so, never letting on, I went to the little
looking-glass on the drawers' head, and set it down on the table. Then I
looked myself in it for a moment, and made a gruesome face. Syne I
pulled out the little drawer, and got the sharping strap, the which I
fastened to my button. Syne I took my razor from the box, and gave it
five or six turns along first one side and then the other, with great
precision. Syne I tried the edge of it along the flat of my hand. Syne
I loosed my neckcloth, and laid it over the back of the chair; and syne I
took out the button of my shirt-neck, and folded it back. Nanse, who
was, all the time, standing behind, looking what I was after, asked me,
"if I was going to shave without hot water?" when I said to her in a
fierce and brave manner, (which was very cruel, considering the way she
was in,) "I'll let you see that presently." The razor looked desperate
sharp; and I never liked the sight of blood; but oh, I was in a terrible
flurry and fermentation. A kind of cold trembling went through me; and I
thought it best to tell Nanse what I was going to do, that she might be
something prepared for it. "Fare ye well, my dear!" said I to her, "you
will be a widow in five minutes--for here goes!" I did not think she
could have mustered so much courage, but she sprang at me like a tiger;
and, throwing the razor into the ass-hole, took me round the neck, and
cried like a bairn. First she was seized with a fit of the hystericks,
and then with her pains. It was a serious time for us both, and no joke;
for my heart smote me for my sin and cruelty. But I did my best to make
up for it. I ran up and down like mad for the Howdie, and at last
brought her trotting along with me by the lug. I could not stand it. I
shut myself up in the shop with Tammy Bodkin, like Daniel in the lions'
den; and every now and then opened the door to speir what news. Oh, but
my heart was like to break with anxiety! I paced up and down, and to and
fro, with my Kilmarnock on my head and my hands in my breeches pockets,
like a man out of Bedlam.
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