CHAPTER XXXIX

In furtherance of the arrangement agreed upon, as we have described

in the foregoing chapter, as soon as Mr. Keelevin had retired, Claud

summoned Walter into the parlour. It happened, that the Leddy, during

the period of the lawyer’s visit, had been so engaged in another part

of the house, that she was not aware of the conference, till, by

chance, she saw him riding down the avenue. We need not, therefore,

say that she experienced some degree of alarm, at the idea of a lawyer

having been with her husband, unknown to her; and particularly, when,

so immediately after his departure, her darling was requested to attend

his father.

The mother and son entered the room together. Walter came from the

nursery, where he had been dandling his child, and his appearance was

not of the most prepossessing kind. From the death of his wife, in

whose time, under her dictation, he was brushed up into something of a

gentlemanly exterior, he had become gradually more and more slovenly.

He only shaved on Saturday night, and buttoned his breeches knees on

Sunday morning. Nor was the dress of Leddy Grippy at all out of keeping

with that of her hopeful favourite. Her time-out-of-mind red quilted

silk petticoat was broken into many holes;--her thrice dyed double

tabinet gown, of bottle-green, with large ruffle cuffs, was in need of

another dip; for, in her various culinary inspections, it had received

many stains, and the superstructure of lawn and catgut, ornamented with

ribbons, dyed blae in ink, surmounting her ill-toiletted toupee, had

every appearance of having been smoked into yellow, beyond all power of

blanching in the bleacher’s art.

‘And so, gudeman,’ said she, on entering the room, ‘ye hae had that

auld sneck-drawer, Keelevin, wi’ you? I won’er what you and him can hae

to say in sic a clandestine manner, that the door maun be ay steekit

when ye’re thegither at your confabbles. Surely there’s nae honesty

that a man can hae, whilk his wife ought na to come in for a share of.’

‘Sit down, Girzy Hypel, and haud thy tongue,’ was the peevish command

which this speech provoked.

‘What for will I haud my tongue? a fool posture that would be, and no

very commodious at this time; for ye see my fingers are coomy.’

‘Woman, t’ou’s past bearing!’ exclaimed her disconcerted husband.

‘An it’s nae shame to me, gudeman; for every body kens I’m a grannie.’

The Laird smote his right thigh, and shook his left hand, with

vexation; presently, however, he said,--

‘Weel, weel; but sit ye down, and Watty, tak t’ou a chair beside her;

for I want to consult you anent a paper that I’m mindit to hae drawn

out for a satisfaction to you a’; for nane can tell when their time may

come.’

‘Ye ne’er made a mair sensible observe, gudeman, in a’ your days,’

replied the Leddy, sitting down; ‘and it’s vera right to make your

will and testament; for ye ken what a straemash happened in the

Glengowlmahallaghan family, by reason o’ the Laird holographing his

codicil; whilk, to be sure, was a dreadfu’ omission, as my cousin, his

wife, fand in her widowhood; for a’ the moveables thereby gaed wi’ the

heritage to his auld son by the first wife--even the vera silver pourie

that I gied her mysel wi’ my own hands, in a gift at her marriage--a’

gaed to the heir.’

‘T’ou kens,’ said Claud, interrupting her oration, ‘that I hae provided

thee wi’ the liferent o’ a house o’ fifteen pounds a-year, furniture,

and a jointure of a hundred and twenty over and aboon the outcoming o’

thy father’s gathering. So t’ou canna expek, Girzy, that I would wrang

our bairns wi’ ony mair overlay on thy account.’

‘Ye’re grown richer, gudeman, than when we came thegither,’ replied the

Leddy; ‘and ne’er a man made siller without his wife’s leave. So it

would be a most hard thing, after a’ my toiling and moiling, to make me

nae better o’t than the stricts o’ the law in my marriage articles and

my father’s will; whilk was a gratus amous, that made me nane behauden

to you.--No, an ye mean to do justice, gudeman, I’ll get my thirds o’

the conquest ye hae gotten sin the time o’ our marriage; and I’ll be

content wi’ nae less.’

‘Weel, weel, Girzy, we’ll no cast out about a settlement for thee.’

‘It would be a fearful thing to hear tell o’ an we did,’ replied the

Leddy: ‘Living as we hae lived, a comfort to ane anither for thirty

years, and bringing up sic a braw family, wi’ so meikle credit. No,

gudeman, I hae mair confidence in you than to misdoot your love and

kindness, noo that ye’re drawing so near your latter end as to be

seriously thinking o’ making a will. But, for a’ that, I would like to

ken what I’m to hae.’

‘Very right, Girzy; very right,’ said Claud; ‘but, before we can come

to a clear understanding, me and Watty maun conform in a bit paper by

oursels, just that there may be nae debate hereafter about his right to

the excambio we made for the Plealands.’

‘I’ll no put hand to ony drumhead paper again,’ said Watty, ‘for fear

it wrang my wee Betty Bodle.’

Although this was said in a vacant heedless manner, it yet disturbed

the mind of his father exceedingly, for the strange obstinacy with

which the natural had persisted in his refusal to attend the funeral

of his wife, had shown that there was something deeper and more

intractable in his character than any one had previously imagined.

But opposition had only the effect of making Claud more pertinacious,

while it induced him to change his mode of operation. Perceiving, or at

least being afraid that he might again call his obduracy into action,

he accordingly shifted his ground, and, instead of his wonted method

of treating Walter with commands and menaces, he dexterously availed

himself of the Leddy’s auxiliary assistance.

‘Far be it, Watty, frae me, thy father,’ said he, ‘to think or wis

wrang to thee or thine; but t’ou kens that in family settlements, where

there’s a patch’t property like ours, we maun hae conjunk proceedings.

Noo, as I’m fain to do something satisfactory to thy mother, t’ou’ll

surely never objek to join me in the needfu’ instruments to gie effek

to my intentions.’

‘I’ll do every thing to serve my mother,’ replied Walter, ‘but I’ll no

sign ony papers.’

‘Surely, Watty Walkinshaw,’ exclaimed the old Leddy, surprised at this

repetition of his refusal, ‘ye would na see me in want, and driven to a

needcessity to gang frae door to door, wi’ a meal-pock round my neck,

and an oaken rung in my hand?’

‘I would rather gie you my twa dollars, and the auld French

half-a-crown, that I got long syne, on my birthday, frae grannie,’ said

Watty.

‘Then what for will ye no let your father make a rightfu’ settlement?’

cried his mother.

‘I’m sure I dinna hinder him. He may mak fifty settlements for me; I’ll

ne’er fin’ fau’t wi’ him.’

‘Then,’ said the Leddy, ‘ye canna objek to his reasonable request.’

‘I objek to no reasonable request; I only say, mother, that I’ll no

sign ony paper whatsomever, wheresomever, howsomever, nor ever and

ever--so ye need na try to fleetch me.’

‘Ye’re an outstrapolous ne’er-do-well,’ cried the Leddy, in a rage,

knocking her neives smartly together, ‘to speak to thy mother in that

way; t’ou sall sign the paper, an te life be in thy body.’

‘I’ll no wrang my ain bairn for father nor mother; I’ll gang to Jock

Harrigals, the flesher, and pay him to hag aff my right hand, afore I

put pen to law-paper again.’

‘This is a’ I get for my love and affection,’ exclaimed the Leddy,

bursting into tears; while her husband, scarcely less agitated by the

firmness with which his purpose was resisted, sat in a state of gloomy

abstraction, seemingly unconscious of the altercation. ‘But,’ added

Mrs. Walkinshaw, ‘I’m no in thy reverence, t’ou unnatural Absalom, to

rebel sae against thy parents. I hae maybe a hoggar, and I ken whan I

die, wha s’all get the gouden guts o’t--Wilt t’ou sign the paper?’

‘I’ll burn aff my right hand in the lowing fire, that I may ne’er be

able to write the scrape o’ a pen;’ and with these emphatic words, said

in a soft and simple manner, he rose from his seat, and was actually

proceeding towards the fire-place, when a loud knocking at the door

disturbed, and put an end to, the conversation. It was a messenger sent

from old Lady Plealands, to inform her daughter of Charles’s malady,

and to say that the doctor, who had been called in, was greatly alarmed

at the rapid progress of the disease.

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