Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"No, Sir Robert," he said, laughingly, "I cannot say that I have been so
fortunate on the present occasion. As to the commendation which you have
been pleased to bestow on my taste, I thank you, and am glad it meets
with your approbation."
"Yet, your Grace," continued Sir Robert, "excellent judge as I know you
to be of female beauty, I deem myself, old and staid as I am, your
Grace's equal, craving your Grace's pardon; and, to prove this, will
take a bet with your Grace of a good round sum, that you have never
seen, and do not know, a more beautiful woman than the lady of our
present host."
"Take care, Provost," replied James. "Make no rash bets. I know the most
beautiful maiden the sun ever shone upon. But it would be ungallant and
ungracious to make the lady of our good host the subject of such a bet
on the present occasion."
"But our host is absent, your Grace," replied the Provost
pertinaciously; "and neither he nor any one else, but your Grace's
friends present, need know anything at all of the matter. Will your
Grace take me up for a thousand merks?"
"But suppose I should," replied James, "how is the thing to be managed?
and who is to decide?"
"Both points are of easy adjustment, your Grace," said Sir Robert. "Your
Grace has only to intimate a wish to our host, when he returns, that
you would feel gratified by his introducing his lady to you; and as to
the matter of decision, I would, with your Grace's permission and
approval, put that into the hands of the gentlemen present. Of course,
nothing need be said of the purpose of this proceeding to either host or
hostess."
"Well, be it so," said James, urged on by the madcaps around him, who
were delighted with the idea of the thing. "Now then, gentlemen," he
continued, "the lady on whose beauty I stake my thousand merks is Jessie
Craig, the merchant's daughter, of Glasgow, whom, I think, all of you
have seen."
"Ha! my townswoman," exclaimed Sir Robert, with every appearance of
surprise. "On my word, you have made mine a hard task of it; for a
fairer maiden than Jessie Craig may not so readily be found.
Nevertheless, I adhere to the terms of my bet."
The Provost had just done speaking, when Sir James Crawford entered the
apartment, and resumed his seat at table. Shortly after he had done so,
James, addressing him, said--
"Sir James, it would complete the satisfaction of these gentlemen and
myself with the hospitality you have this day shown us, were you to
afford us an opportunity of paying our respects to your good lady; that
is, if it be perfectly convenient for and agreeable to her."
"Lady Crawford will be but too proud of the honour, your Grace," replied
Sir James, rising. "She shall attend your Grace presently."
Saying this, the latter again withdrew; and soon after returned, leading
a lady, over whose face hung a long and flowing veil, into the royal
presence.
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