Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
As soon as I had recovered myself a little from the agitation this
untoward event had produced, I wrote a note to Mr Davidson, requesting
he would be so kind as call upon me as soon as convenient, stating that
I had urgent business to consult him upon, and pleading, as my excuse
for putting him to the trouble, the sudden illness of a friend. When the
cadie was sent off with my card, I began to ruminate upon my prospects,
which again had been so suddenly overcast. He on whom my sole dependence
was placed lay in the room where I sat, in a state of prostration
bordering almost upon unconsciousness. The visions of pride and
consequence in which I had indulged, from the time I first heard of my
gentle forefathers, began to fade from before me; a short time of sad
and melancholy reasoning on probabilities had swept them away as
completely as the innovating hands of the good citizens had removed the
old tenement in which the testimonials of their reality had been
concealed. In the midst of these reflections, the lawyer arrived. His
astonishment at seeing me was equalled by my joy at meeting with one in
whose judgment and shrewdness I had the utmost confidence. The sight of
him renewed my hopes; and the fond clinging to self-importance, so
natural, yet so foolish, when it is derived from no merit or endeavour
of the individual, again returned upon me.
After mutual congratulations, we at once proceeded to business. After
stating my arrival in London, and strange meeting with the lieutenant, I
narrated the melancholy fate of my parents. He heard me to the end with
all the imperturbability of a man of business; yet his countenance
betrayed the interest he took in my recital. When I concluded, he rose
to his feet; and, placing his hands behind his back, moved quickly two
or three times across the room, then stopped at the side of the bed
where the lieutenant lay; and, after gazing for a short time upon his
altered countenance, turned to me, and gave his head an ominous shake.
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