Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (259 page)

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She clapped her hands together leaping from her seat.  The next moment it must have come over both of us at once what little cause of joy was left to either, and we stood opposite, staring on each other sadly.

But James showed himself a ready hypocrite.  “My daughter,” says he, “is this how my cousin learned you to behave?  Mr. David has lost a new friend, and we should first condole with him on his bereavement.”

“Troth, sir,” said I, turning to him in a kind of anger, “I can make no such great faces.  His death is as blithe news as ever I got.”

“It’s a good soldier’s philosophy,” says James.  “‘Tis the way of flesh, we must all go, all go.  And if the gentleman was so far from your favour, why, very well!  But we may at least congratulate you on your accession to your estates.”

“Nor can I say that either,” I replied, with the same heat.  “It is a good estate; what matters that to a lone man that has enough already?  I had a good revenue before in my frugality; and but for the man’s death - which gratifies me, shame to me that must confess it! - I see not how anyone is to be bettered by this change.”

“Come, come,” said he, “you are more affected than you let on, or you would never make yourself out so lonely.  Here are three letters; that means three that wish you well; and I could name two more, here in this very chamber.  I have known you not so very long, but Catriona, when we are alone, is never done with the singing of your praises.”

She looked up at him, a little wild at that; and he slid off at once into another matter, the extent of my estate, which (during the most of the dinner time) he continued to dwell upon with interest.  But it was to no purpose he dissembled; he had touched the matter with too gross a hand: and I knew what to expect.  Dinner was scarce ate when he plainly discovered his designs.  He reminded Catriona of an errand, and bid her attend to it.  “I do not see you should be one beyond the hour,” he added, “and friend David will be good enough to bear me company till you return.”  She made haste to obey him without words.  I do not know if she understood, I believe not; but I was completely satisfied, and sat strengthening my mind for what should follow.

The door had scarce closed behind her departure, when the man leaned back in his chair and addressed me with a good affectation of easiness.  Only the one thing betrayed him, and that was his face; which suddenly shone all over with fine points of sweat.

“I am rather glad to have a word alone with you,” says he, “because in our first interview there were some expressions you misapprehended and I have long meant to set you right upon.  My daughter stands beyond doubt.  So do you, and I would make that good with my sword against all gainsayers.  But, my dear David, this world is a censorious place - as who should know it better than myself, who have lived ever since the days of my late departed father, God sain him! in a perfect spate of calumnies?  We have to face to that; you and me have to consider of that; we have to consider of that.”  And he wagged his head like a minister in a pulpit.

“To what effect, Mr. Drummond?” said I.  “I would be obliged to you if you would approach your point.”

“Ay, ay,” said he, laughing, “like your character, indeed! and what I most admire in it.  But the point, my worthy fellow, is sometimes in a kittle bit.”  He filled a glass of wine.  “Though between you and me, that are such fast friends, it need not bother us long.  The point, I need scarcely tell you, is my daughter.  And the first thing is that I have no thought in my mind of blaming you.  In the unfortunate circumstances, what could you do else?  ‘Deed, and I cannot tell.”

“I thank you for that,” said I, pretty close upon my guard.

“I have besides studied your character,” he went on; “your talents are fair; you seem to have a moderate competence, which does no harm; and one thing with another, I am very happy to have to announce to you that I have decided on the latter of the two ways open.”

“I am afraid I am dull,” said I.  “What ways are these?”

He bent his brows upon me formidably and uncrossed his legs.  “Why, sir,” says he, “I think I need scarce describe them to a gentleman of your condition; either that I should cut your throat or that you should marry my daughter.”

“You are pleased to be quite plain at last,” said I.

“And I believe I have been plain from the beginning!” cries he robustiously.  “I am a careful parent, Mr. Balfour; but I thank God, a patient and deleeborate man.  There is many a father, sir, that would have hirsled you at once either to the altar or the field.  My esteem for your character - “

“Mr. Drummond,” I interrupted, “if you have any esteem for me at all, I will beg of you to moderate your voice.  It is quite needless to rowt at a gentleman in the same chamber with yourself and lending you his best attention.”

“Why, very true,” says he, with an immediate change.  “And you must excuse the agitations of a parent.”

“I understand you then,” I continued - “for I will take no note of your other alternative, which perhaps it was a pity you let fall - I understand you rather to offer me encouragement in case I should desire to apply for your daughter’s hand?”

“It is not possible to express my meaning better,” said he, “and I see we shall do well together.”

“That remains to be yet seen,” said I.  “But so much I need make no secret of, that I bear the lady you refer to the most tender affection, and I could not fancy, even in a dream, a better fortune than to get her.”

“I was sure of it, I felt certain of you, David,” he cried, and reached out his hand to me.

I put it by.  “You go too fast, Mr. Drummond,” said I.  “There are conditions to be made; and there is a difficulty in the path, which I see not entirely how we shall come over.  I have told you that, upon my side, there is no objection to the marriage, but I have good reason to believe there will be much on the young lady’s.”

“This is all beside the mark,” says he.  “I will engage for her acceptance.”

“I think you forget, Mr. Drummond,” said I, “that, even in dealing with myself, you have been betrayed into two-three unpalatable expressions.  I will have none such employed to the young lady.  I am here to speak and think for the two of us; and I give you to understand that I would no more let a wife be forced upon myself, than what I would let a husband be forced on the young lady.”

He sat and glowered at me like one in doubt and a good deal of temper.

“So that is to be the way of it,” I concluded.  “I will marry Miss Drummond, and that blithely, if she is entirely willing.  But if there be the least unwillingness, as I have reason to fear - marry her will I never.”

“Well well,” said he, “this is a small affair.  As soon as she returns I will sound her a bit, and hope to reassure you - “

But I cut in again.  “Not a finger of you, Mr. Drummond, or I cry off, and you can seek a husband to your daughter somewhere else,” said I.  “It is I that am to be the only dealer and the only judge.  I shall satisfy myself exactly; and none else shall anyways meddle - you the least of all.”

“Upon my word, sir!” he exclaimed, “and who are you to be the judge?”

“The bridegroom, I believe,” said I.

“This is to quibble,” he cried.  “You turn your back upon the fact.  The girl, my daughter, has no choice left to exercise.  Her character is gone.”

“And I ask your pardon,” said I, “but while this matter lies between her and you and me, that is not so.”

“What security have I!” he cried.  “Am I to let my daughter’s reputation depend upon a chance?”

“You should have thought of all this long ago,” said I, “before you were so misguided as to lose her; and not afterwards when it is quite too late.  I refuse to regard myself as any way accountable for your neglect, and I will be browbeat by no man living.  My mind is quite made up, and come what may, I will not depart from it a hair’s breadth.  You and me are to sit here in company till her return: upon which, without either word or look from you, she and I are to go forth again to hold our talk.  If she can satisfy me that she is willing to this step, I will then make it; and if she cannot, I will not.”

He leaped out of his chair like a man stung.  “I can spy your manoeuvre,” he cried; “you would work upon her to refuse!”

“Maybe ay, and maybe no,” said I.  “That is the way it is to be, whatever.”

“And if I refuse?” cries he.

“Then, Mr. Drummond, it will have to come to the throat-cutting,” said I.

What with the size of the man, his great length of arm in which he came near rivalling his father, and his reputed skill at weapons, I did not use this word without trepidation, to say nothing at all of the circumstance that he was Catriona’s father.  But I might have spared myself alarms.  From the poorness of my lodging - he does not seem to have remarked his daughter’s dresses, which were indeed all equally new to him - and from the fact that I had shown myself averse to lend, he had embraced a strong idea of my poverty.  The sudden news of my estate convinced him of his error, and he had made but the one bound of it on this fresh venture, to which he was now so wedded, that I believe he would have suffered anything rather than fall to the alternative of fighting.

A little while longer he continued to dispute with me, until I hit upon a word that silenced him.

“If I find you so averse to let me see the lady by herself,” said I, “I must suppose you have very good grounds to think me in the right about her unwillingness.”

He gabbled some kind of an excuse.

“But all this is very exhausting to both of our tempers,” I added, “and I think we would do better to preserve a judicious silence.”

The which we did until the girl returned, and I must suppose would have cut a very ridiculous figure had there been any there to view us.

 

CHAPTER XXVIII - IN WHICH I AM LEFT ALONE

 

 

 

I opened the door to Catriona and stopped her on the threshold.

“Your father wishes us to take our walk,” said I.

She looked to James More, who nodded, and at that, like a trained soldier, she turned to go with me.

We took one of our old ways, where we had gone often together, and been more happy than I can tell of in the past.  I came a half a step behind, so that I could watch her unobserved.  The knocking of her little shoes upon the way sounded extraordinary pretty and sad; and I thought it a strange moment that I should be so near both ends of it at once, and walk in the midst between two destinies, and could not tell whether I was hearing these steps for the last time, or whether the sound of them was to go in and out with me till death should part us.

She avoided even to look at me, only walked before her, like one who had a guess of what was coming.  I saw I must speak soon before my courage was run out, but where to begin I knew not.  In this painful situation, when the girl was as good as forced into my arms and had already besought my forbearance, any excess of pressure must have seemed indecent; yet to avoid it wholly would have a very cold-like appearance.  Between these extremes I stood helpless, and could have bit my fingers; so that, when at last I managed to speak at all, it may be said I spoke at random.

“Catriona,” said I, “I am in a very painful situation; or rather, so we are both; and I would be a good deal obliged to you if you would promise to let me speak through first of all, and not to interrupt me till I have done.”

She promised me that simply.

“Well,” said I, “this that I have got to say is very difficult, and I know very well I have no right to be saying it.  After what passed between the two of us last Friday, I have no manner of right.  We have got so ravelled up (and all by my fault) that I know very well the least I could do is just to hold my tongue, which was what I intended fully, and there was nothing further from my thoughts than to have troubled you again.  But, my dear, it has become merely necessary, and no way by it.  You see, this estate of mine has fallen in, which makes of me rather a better match; and the - the business would not have quite the same ridiculous-like appearance that it would before.  Besides which, it’s supposed that our affairs have got so much ravelled up (as I was saying) that it would be better to let them be the way they are.  In my view, this part of the thing is vastly exagerate, and if I were you I would not wear two thoughts on it.  Only it’s right I should mention the same, because there’s no doubt it has some influence on James More.  Then I think we were none so unhappy when we dwelt together in this town before.  I think we did pretty well together.  If you would look back, my dear - “

“I will look neither back nor forward,” she interrupted.  “Tell me the one thing: this is my father’s doing?”

“He approves of it,” said I.  “He approved I that I should ask your hand in marriage,” and was going on again with somewhat more of an appeal upon her feelings; but she marked me not, and struck into the midst.

“He told you to!” she cried.  “It is no sense denying it, you said yourself that there was nothing farther from your thoughts.  He told you to.”

“He spoke of it the first, if that is what you mean,” I began.

She was walking ever the faster, and looking fain in front of her; but at this she made a little noise in her head, and I thought she would have run.

“Without which,” I went on, “after what you said last Friday, I would never have been so troublesome as make the offer.  But when he as good as asked me, what was I to do?”

She stopped and turned round upon me.

“Well, it is refused at all events,” she cried, “and there will be an end of that.”

And she began again to walk forward.

“I suppose I could expect no better,” said I, “but I think you might try to be a little kind to me for the last end of it.  I see not why you should be harsh.  I have loved you very well, Catriona - no harm that I should call you so for the last time.  I have done the best that I could manage, I am trying the same still, and only vexed that I can do no better.  It is a strange thing to me that you can take any pleasure to be hard to me.”

“I am not thinking of you,” she said, “I am thinking of that man, my father.”

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