Now is Cupid a child of conscience--he makes restitution.
SHAKSPEARE
Mr. Duncan MacWheeble, no longer Commissary or Bailie, though still
enjoying the empty name of the latter dignity, had escaped proscription
by an early secession from the insurgent party and by his
insignificance.
Edward found him in his office, immersed among papers and accounts.
Before him was a large bicker of oatmeal porridge, and at the side
thereof a horn spoon and a bottle of two-penny. Eagerly running his eye
over a voluminous law-paper, he from time to time shovelled an immense
spoonful of these nutritive viands into his capacious mouth. A
pot-bellied Dutch bottle of brandy which stood by intimated either that
this honest limb of the law had taken his morning already, or that he
meant to season his porridge with such digestive; or perhaps both
circumstances might reasonably be inferred. His night-cap and
morning-gown, had whilome been of tartan, but, equally cautious and
frugal, the honest Bailie had got them dyed black, lest their original
ill-omened colour might remind his visitors of his unlucky excursion to
Derby. To sum up the picture, his face was daubed with snuff up to the
eyes, and his fingers with ink up to the knuckles. He looked dubiously
at Waverley as he approached the little green rail which fenced his
desk and stool from the approach of the vulgar. Nothing could give the
Bailie more annoyance than the idea of his acquaintance being claimed
by any of the unfortunate gentlemen who were now so much more likely to
need assistance than to afford profit. But this was the rich young
Englishman; who knew what might be his situation? He was the Baron's
friend too; what was to be done?
While these reflections gave an air of absurd perplexity to the poor
man's visage, Waverley, reflecting on the communication he was about to
make to him, of a nature so ridiculously contrasted with the appearance
of the individual, could not help bursting out a-laughing, as he
checked the propensity to exclaim with Syphax--
Cato's a proper person to intrust
A love-tale with.
As Mr. Macwheeble had no idea of any person laughing heartily who was
either encircled by peril or oppressed by poverty, the hilarity of
Edward's countenance greatly relieved the embarrassment of his own,
and, giving him a tolerably hearty welcome to Little Veolan, he asked
what he would choose for breakfast. His visitor had, in the first
place, something for his private ear, and begged leave to bolt the
door. Duncan by no means liked this precaution, which savoured of
danger to be apprehended; but he could not now draw back.
Convinced he might trust this man, as he could make it his interest to
be faithful, Edward communicated his present situation and future
schemes to Macwheeble. The wily agent listened with apprehension when
he found Waverley was still in a state of proscription; was somewhat
comforted by learning that he had a passport; rubbed his hands with
glee when he mentioned the amount of his present fortune; opened huge
eyes when he heard the brilliancy of his future expectations; but when
he expressed his intention to share them with Miss Rose Bradwardine,
ecstasy had almost deprived the honest man of his senses. The Bailie
started from his three-footed stool like the Pythoness from her tripod;
flung his best wig out of the window, because the block on which it was
placed stood in the way of his career; chucked his cap to the ceiling,
caught it as it fell; whistled 'Tullochgorum'; danced a Highland fling
with inimitable grace and agility, and then threw himself exhausted
into a chair, exclaiming, 'Lady Wauverley! ten thousand a year the
least penny! Lord preserve my poor understanding!'
'Amen with all my heart,' said Waverley; 'but now, Mr. Macwheeble, let
us proceed to business.' This word had somewhat a sedative effect, but
the Bailie's head, as he expressed himself, was still 'in the bees.' He
mended his pen, however, marked half a dozen sheets of paper with an
ample marginal fold, whipped down Dallas of St. Martin's 'Styles' from
a shelf, where that venerable work roosted with Stair's 'Institutions,'
Dirleton's 'Doubts,' Balfour's 'Practiques,' and a parcel of old
account-books, opened the volume at the article Contract of Marriage,
and prepared to make what he called a'sma' minute to prevent parties
frae resiling.'
With some difficulty Waverley made him comprehend that he was going a
little too fast. He explained to him that he should want his
assistance, in the first place, to make his residence safe for the
time, by writing to the officer at Tully-Veolan that Mr. Stanley, an
English gentleman nearly related to Colonel Talbot, was upon a visit of
business at Mr. Macwheeble's, and, knowing the state of the country,
had sent his passport for Captain Foster's inspection. This produced a
polite answer from the officer, with an invitation to Mr. Stanley to
dine with him, which was declined (as may easily be supposed) under
pretence of business.
Waverley's next request was, that Mr. Macwheeble would despatch a man
and horse to ----, the post-town at which Colonel Talbot was to address
him, with directions to wait there until the post should bring a letter
for Mr. Stanley, and then to forward it to Little Veolan with all
speed. In a moment the Bailie was in search of his apprentice (or
servitor, as he was called Sixty Years Since), Jock Scriever, and in
not much greater space of time Jock was on the back of the white pony.
'Tak care ye guide him weel, sir, for he's aye been short in the wind
since--ahem--Lord be gude to me! (in a low voice), I was gaun to come
out wi'--since I rode whip and spur to fetch the Chevalier to redd Mr.
Wauverley and Vich lan Vohr; and an uncanny coup I gat for my pains.
Lord forgie your honour! I might hae broken my neck; but troth it was
in a venture, mae ways nor ane; but this maks amends for a'. Lady
Wauverley! ten thousand a year! Lord be gude unto me!'
'But you forget, Mr. Macwheeble, we want the Baron's consent--the
lady's--'
'Never fear, I'se be caution for them; I'se gie you my personal
warrandice. Ten thousand a year! it dings Balmawhapple out and out--a
year's rent's worth a' Balmawhapple, fee and life-rent! Lord make us
thankful!'
To turn the current of his feelings, Edward inquired if he had heard
anything lately of the Chieftain of Glennaquoich.
'Not one word,' answered Macwheeble, 'but that he was still in Carlisle
Castle, and was soon to be panelled for his life. I dinna wish the
young gentleman ill,' he said, 'but I hope that they that hae got him
will keep him, and no let him back to this Hieland border to plague us
wi' black-mail and a' manner o' violent, wrongous, and masterfu'
oppression and spoliation, both by himself and others of his causing,
sending, and hounding out; and he couldna tak care o' the siller when
he had gotten it neither, but flung it a' into yon idle quean's lap at
Edinburgh; but light come light gane. For my part, I never wish to see
a kilt in the country again, nor a red-coat, nor a gun, for that
matter, unless it were to shoot a paitrick; they're a' tarr'd wi' ae
stick. And when they have done ye wrang, even when ye hae gotten
decreet of spuilzie, oppression, and violent profits against them, what
better are ye? They hae na a plack to pay ye; ye need never extract it.'
With such discourse, and the intervening topics of business, the time
passed until dinner, Macwheeble meanwhile promising to devise some mode
of introducing Edward at the Duchran, where Rose at present resided,
without risk of danger or suspicion; which seemed no very easy task,
since the laird was a very zealous friend to government. The
poultry-yard had been laid under requisition, and cockyleeky and Scotch
collops soon reeked in the Bailie's little parlour. The landlord's
cork-screw was just introduced into the muzzle of a pint bottle of
claret (cribbed possibly from the cellars of Tully-Veolan), when the
sight of the grey pony passing the window at full trot induced the
Bailie, but with due precaution, to place it aside for the moment.
Enter Jock Scriever with a packet for Mr. Stanley; it is Colonel
Talbot's seal, and Edward's ringers tremble as he undoes it. Two
official papers, folded, signed, and sealed in all formality, drop out.
They were hastily picked up by the Bailie, who had a natural respect
for everything resembling a deed, and, glancing slily on their titles,
his eyes, or rather spectacles, are greeted with 'Protection by his
Royal Highness to the person of Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, Esq., of that
ilk, commonly called Baron of Bradwardine, forfeited for his accession
to the late rebellion.' The other proves to be a protection of the same
tenor in favour of Edward Waverley, Esq. Colonel Talbot's letter was in
these words:--
'My DEAR EDWARD,
'I am just arrived here, and yet I have finished my business; it has
cost me some trouble though, as you shall hear. I waited upon his Royal
Highness immediately on my arrival, and found him in no very good
humour for my purpose. Three or four Scotch gentlemen were just leaving
his levee. After he had expressed himself to me very courteously;
"Would you think it," he said, "Talbot, here have been half a dozen of
the most respectable gentlemen and best friends to government north of
the Forth, Major Melville of Cairnvreckan, Rubrick of Duchran, and
others, who have fairly wrung from me, by their downright importunity,
a present protection and the promise of a future pardon for that
stubborn old rebel whom they call Baron of Bradwardine. They allege
that his high personal character, and the clemency which he showed to
such of our people as fell into the rebels' hands, should weigh in his
favour, especially as the loss of his estate is likely to be a severe
enough punishment. Rubrick has undertaken to keep him at his own house
till things are settled in the country; but it's a little hard to be
forced in a manner to pardon such a mortal enemy to the House of
Brunswick." This was no favourable moment for opening my business;
however, I said I was rejoiced to learn that his Royal Highness was in
the course of granting such requests, as it emboldened me to present
one of the like nature in my own name. He was very angry, but I
persisted; I mentioned the uniform support of our three votes in, the
house, touched modestly on services abroad, though valuable only in his
Royal Highness's having been pleased kindly to accept them, and founded
pretty strongly on his own expressions of friendship and good-will. He
was embarrassed, but obstinate. I hinted the policy of detaching, on
all future occasions, the heir of such a fortune as your uncle's from
the machinations of the disaffected. But I made no impression. I
mentioned the obligations which I lay under to Sir Everard and to you
personally, and claimed, as the sole reward of my services, that he
would be pleased to afford me the means of evincing my gratitude. I
perceived that he still meditated a refusal, and, taking my commission
from my pocket, I said (as a last resource) that, as his Royal Highness
did not, under these pressing circumstances, think me worthy of a
favour which he had not scrupled to grant to other gentlemen whose
services I could hardly judge more important than my own, I must beg
leave to deposit, with all humility, my commission in his Royal
Highness's hands, and to retire from the service. He was not prepared
for this; he told me to take up my commission, said some handsome
things of my services, and granted my request. You are therefore once
more a free man, and I have promised for you that you will be a good
boy in future, and remember what you owe to the lenity of government.
Thus you see my prince can be as generous as yours. I do not pretend,
indeed, that he confers a favour with all the foreign graces and
compliments of your Chevalier errant; but he has a plain English
manner, and the evident reluctance with which he grants your request
indicates the sacrifice which he makes of his own inclination to your
wishes. My friend, the adjutant-general, has procured me a duplicate of
the Baron's protection (the original being in Major Melville's
possession), which I send to you, as I know that if you can find him
you will have pleasure in being the first to communicate the joyful
intelligence. He will of course repair to the Duchran without loss of
time, there to ride quarantine for a few weeks. As for you, I give you
leave to escort him thither, and to stay a week there, as I understand
a certain fair lady is in that quarter. And I have the pleasure to tell
you that whatever progress you can make in her good graces will be
highly agreeable to Sir Everard and Mrs. Rachel, who will never believe
your views and prospects settled, and the three ermines passant in
actual safety, until you present them with a Mrs. Edward Waverley. Now,
certain love-affairs of my own--a good many years since--interrupted
some measures which were then proposed in favour of the three ermines
passant; so I am bound in honour to make them amends. Therefore make
good use of your time, for, when your week is expired, it will be
necessary that you go to London to plead your pardon in the law courts.
'Ever, dear Waverley, yours most truly, 'PHILIP TALBOT.'