书城公版The Art of Writing
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第62章

The pony, hearing this pudder over his head, began apparently to think it would be best both for himself and Davie to return from whence they came, and accordingly commenced a retrograde movement towards Fairport.But, as all retreats are apt to end in utter rout, so the steed, alarmed by the boy's cries, and by the flapping of the reins, which dangled about his forefeet--finding also his nose turned homeward, began to set off at a rate which, if Davie kept the saddle (a matter extremely dubious), would soon have presented him at Heukbane's stable-door, --when, at a turn of the road, an intervening auxiliary, in the shape of old Edie Ochiltree, caught hold of the rein, and stopped his farther proceeding.``Wha's aught ye, callant?

whaten a gate's that to ride?''

``I canna help it!'' blubbered the express; ``they ca' me little Davie.''

``And where are ye gaun?''

``I'm gaun to Monkbarns wi' a letter.''

``Stirra, this is no the road to Monkbarns.''

But Davie could oinly answer the expostulation with sighs and tears.

Old Edie was easily moved to compassion where childhood was in the case.--``I wasna gaun that gate,'' he thought, ``but it's the best o' my way o' life that I canna be weel out o' my road.They'll gie me quarters at Monkbarns readily eneugh, and I'll e'en hirple awa there wi' the wean, for it will knock its hams out, puir thing, if there's no somebody to guide the pony.

--Sae ye hae a letter, hinney? will ye let me see't?''

``I'm no gaun to let naebody see the letter,'' sobbed the boy, ``till I gie't to Mr.Lovel, for I am a faithfu' servant o' the office--if it werena for the powny.''

``Very right, my little man,'' said Ochiltree, turning the reluctant pony's head towards Monkbarns; ``but we'll guide him atween us, if he's no a' the sweerer.''

Upon the very height of Kinprunes, to which Monkbarns had invited Lovel after their dinner, the Antiquary, again reconciled to the once degraded spot, was expatiating upon the topics the scenery afforded for a description of Agricola's camp at the dawn of morning, when his eye was caught by the appearance of the mendicant and his prot<e'>g<e'>.``What the devil!--here comes Old Edie, bag and baggage, I think.''

The beggar explained his errand, and Davie, who insisted upon a literal execution of his commission by going on to Monkbarns, was with difficulty prevailed upon to surrender the packet to its proper owner, although he met him a mile nearer than the place he bad been directed to.``But my minnie said, I maun be sure to get twenty shillings and five shillings for the postage, and ten shillings and sixpence for the express--there's the paper.''

``Let me see--let me see,'' said Oldbuck, putting on his spectacles, and examining the crumpled copy of regulations to which Davie appealed.``Express, per man and horse, one day, not to exceed ten shillings and sixpence.One day? why, it's not an hour--Man and horse? why, 'tis a monkey on a starved cat!''

``Father wad hae come himsell,'' said Davie, ``on the muckle red mear, an ye wad hae bidden till the morn's night.''

``Four-and-twenty hours after the regular date of delivery!

You little cockatrice egg, do you understand the art of imposition so early?''

``Hout Monkbarns! dinna set your wit against a bairn,''

said the beggar; ``mind the butcher risked his beast, and the wife her wean, and I am sure ten and sixpence isna ower muckle.

Ye didna gang sae near wi' Johnnie Howie, when''--Lovel, who, sitting on the supposed _Pr<ae>torium,_ had glanced over the contents of the packet, now put an end to the altercation by paying Davies demand; and then turning to Mr.

Oldbuck, with a look of much agitation, he excused himself from returning with him to Monkbarns' that evening.--``Imust instantly go to Fairport, and perhaps leave it on a moment's notice;--your kindness, Mr.Oldbuck, I can never forget.''

``No bad news, I hope?'' said the Antiquary.

``Of a very chequered complexion,'' answered his friend.

``Farewell--in good or bad fortune I will not forget your regard.''

``Nay, nay--stop a moment.If--if--'' (making an effort)--``if there be any pecuniary inconvenience--I have fifty--or a hundred guineas at your service--till--till Whitsunday--or indeed as long as you please.''

``I am much obliged, Mr.Oldbuck, but I am amply provided,''

said his mysterious young friend.``Excuse me--I really cannot sustain further conversation at present.I will write or see you, before I leave Fairport--that is, if I find myself obliged to go.''

So saying, he shook the Antiquary's hand warmly, turned from him, and walked rapidly towards the town, ``staying no longer question.''

``Very extraordinary indeed!'' said Oldbuck;--``but there's something about this lad I can never fathom; and yet I cannot for my heart think ill of him neither.I must go home and take off the fire in the Green Room, for none of my womankind will venture into it after twilight.''

``And how am I to win hame?'' blubbered the disconsolate express.

``It's a fine night,'' said the Blue-Gown, looking up to the skies; ``I had as gude gang back to the town, and take care o'

the wean.''

``Do so, do so, Edie;'' and rummaging for some time in his huge waistcoat pocket till be found the object of his search, the Antiquary added, ``there's sixpence to ye to buy sneeshin.''