Clergy -- Fiction; Love stories; Scotland -- Fiction
"But, man, she was so michty windy o' him. If he had wanted to put a
knife into her, I believe that woman would just hae telled him to take
care no to cut his hands. Ay, and what innocent-like she was! If she
had heard enough, afore I saw her, to make her uneasy, I could hae
begun at once; but here she was, shaking my hand and smiling to me, so
that aye when I tried to speak I gaed through ither. Nobody can
despise me for it, I tell you, mair than I despise mysel'.
"I thocht to mysel', 'Let her hae her smile out, Tammas Whamond; it's
her hinmost.' Syne wi' shame at my cowardliness, I tried to yoke to my
duty as chief elder o' the kirk, and I said to her, as thrawn as I
could speak, 'Dinna thank me; I've done nothing for you.'
"'I ken it wasna for me you did it,' she said, 'but for him; but, oh,
Mr. Whamond, will that make me think the less o' you? He's my all,'
she says, wi' that smile back in her face, and a look mixed up wi't
that said as plain, 'and I need no more.' I thocht o' saying that some
builds their house upon the sand, but--dagont, dominie, it's a solemn
thing the pride mithers has in their laddies. I mind aince my ain
mither--what the devil are you glowering at, Andrew Luke? Do you think
I'm greeting?
"'You'll sit down, Mr. Whamond,' she says next.
"'No, I winna,' I said, angry-like. 'I didna come here to sit.'
"I could see she thocht I was shy at being in the manse parlor; ay,
and I thocht she was pleased at me looking shy. Weel, she took my hat
out o' my hand, and she put it on the chair at the door, whaur there's
aye an auld chair in grand houses for the servant to sit on at family
exercise.
"'You're a man, Mr. Whamond,' says she, 'that the minister delights to
honor, and so you'll oblige me by sitting in his own armchair.'"
Gavin never quite delighted to honor the precentor, of whom he was
always a little afraid, and perhaps Margaret knew it. But you must not
think less of her for wanting to gratify her son's chief elder. She
thought, too, that he had just done her a service. I never yet knew a
good woman who did not enjoy flattering men she liked.
"I saw my chance at that," Whamond went on, "and I says to her
sternly, 'In worldly position,' I says, 'I'm a common man, and it's no
for the like o' sic to sit in a minister's chair; but it has been
God's will,' I says, 'to wrap around me the mantle o' chief elder o'
the kirk, and if the minister falls awa frae grace, it becomes my duty
to take his place.'
"If she had been looking at me, she maun hae grown feared at that, and
syne I could hae gone on though my ilka word was a knockdown blow. But
she was picking some things aff the chair to let me down on't.
"'It's a pair o' mittens I'm working for the minister,' she says, and
she handed them to me. Ay, I tried no to take them, but--Oh, lads,
it's queer to think how saft I was.
"'He's no to ken about them till they're finished,' she says, terrible
fond-like.
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