CHAPTER LX

In the meantime, the fortunes of George, whom we now regard as the

third Laird of Grippy, continued to flourish. The estate rose in value,

and his mercantile circumstances improved; but still the infirmities of

his wife’s health remained the same, and the want of a male heir was a

craving void in his bosom, that no prosperity could supply.

The reflections, connected with this subject, were rendered the more

afflicting, by the consideration, that, in the event of dying without a

son, the estate would pass from his daughter to James, the son of his

brother Charles--and the only consolation that he had to balance this

was a hope that, perhaps, in time he might be able to bring to pass a

marriage between them. Accordingly, after a suspension of intercourse

for several years, actuated by a perspective design of this kind, he,

one afternoon, made his appearance in his own carriage, with his lady

and daughter, at the door of Mrs. Charles’ humble dwelling, in the

village of Camrachle.

‘I am afraid,’ said he, after they were all seated in her little

parlour, the window of which was curtained without with honeysuckle

and jessamine--and the grate filled with flowers;--‘I am afraid, my

dear sister, unless we occasionally renew our intercourse, that the

intimacy will be lost between our families, which it ought to be the

interest of friends to preserve. Mrs. Walkinshaw and I have, therefore,

come to request that you and the children will spend a few days with

us at Kittlestonheugh, and if you do not object, we shall invite our

mother and Walter to join you--you would be surprised to hear how much

the poor fellow still dotes on the recollection of your Mary, as Betty

Bodle, and bewails, because the law, as he says, has found him guilty

of being daft, that he should not be allowed to see her.’

This visit and invitation were so unexpected, that even Mrs. Charles,

who was of the most gentle and confiding nature, could not avoid

suspecting they were dictated by some unexplained purpose; but

adversity had long taught her that she was only as a reed in the

world, and must stoop as the wind blew. She, therefore, readily agreed

to spend a few days at the mansion-house, and the children, who were

present, eagerly expressing a desire to see their uncle Walter,

of whose indulgence and good nature they retained the liveliest

recollection, it was arranged that, on the Monday following, the

carriage should be sent for her and them, and that the Leddy and Walter

should also be at Kittlestonheugh to meet them.

In the evening after this occurrence, Mrs. Charles went to the manse,

and communicated to the minister and Mrs. Eadie what had happened. They

knew her story, and were partly acquainted with the history of the

strange and infatuated Entail. Like her, they believed that her family

had been entirely cut off from the succession, and, like her too,

they respected the liberality of George, in granting her the annuity,

small as it was. His character, indeed, stood fair and honourable

with the world; he was a partner in one of the most eminent concerns

in the royal city; his birth and the family estate placed him in the

first class of her sons and daughters, that stately class who, though

entirely devoted to the pursuit of lucre, still held their heads high

as ancestral gentry. But after a suspension of intercourse for so

long a period, so sudden a renewal of intimacy, and with a degree of

cordiality never before evinced, naturally excited their wonder, and

awakened their conjectures. Mrs. Eadie, superior and high-minded

herself, ascribed it to the best intentions. ‘Your brother-in-law,’

said she, ‘is feeling the generous influence of prosperity, and is

sensible that it must redound to his personal advantage with the world

to continue towards you, on an enlarged scale, that friendship which

you have already experienced.’

But the minister, who, from his humbler birth, and the necessity

which it imposed on him to contemplate the movements of society from

below, together with that acquired insight of the hidden workings

of the heart, occasionally laid open in the confessional moments of

contrition, when his assistance was required at the death-beds of his

parishioners, appeared to entertain a different opinion.

‘I hope his kindness proceeds,’ said he, ‘from so good a source; but

I should have been better satisfied had it run in a constant stream,

and not, after such an entire occultation, burst forth so suddenly. It

is either the result of considerations with respect to things already

past, recently impressed upon him in some new manner, or springs

from some sinister purpose that he has in view; and therefore, Mrs.

Walkinshaw, though it may seem harsh in me to suggest so ill a return

for such a demonstration of brotherly regard, I would advise you, on

account of your children, to observe to what it tends.’

In the meantime, George, with his lady and daughter, had proceeded to

his mother’s residence in Virginia Street, to invite her and Walter to

join Mrs. Charles and the children.

His intercourse with her, after her domiciliation in the town had been

established, was restored to the freest footing; for although, in the

first instance, and in the most vehement manner, she declared, ‘He

had cheated her, and deprived Walter of his lawful senses; and that

she ne’er would open her lips to him again,’ he had, nevertheless,

contrived to make his peace, by sending her presents, and paying

her the most marked deference and respect; lamenting that the hard

conditions of his situation as a trustee did not allow him to be in

other respects more liberal. But still the embers of suspicion were

not extinguished; and when, on this occasion, he told her where he had

been, and the immediate object of his visit, she could not refrain from

observing, that it was a very wonderful thing.

‘Dear keep me, Geordie!’ said she, ‘what’s in the wind noo, that ye hae

been galloping awa in your new carriage to invite Bell Fatherlans and

her weans to Grippy?’

George, eager to prevent her observations, interrupted her, saying,--

‘I am surprised, mother, that you still continue to call the place

Grippy. You know it is properly Kittlestonheugh.’

‘To be sure,’ replied the Leddy, ‘since my time and your worthy

father’s time, it has undergone a great transmogrification; what wi’

your dining-rooms, and what wi’ your drawing-rooms, and your new back

jams and your wings.’

‘Why, mother, I have but as yet built only one of the wings,’ said he.

‘And enough too,’ exclaimed the Leddy. ‘Geordie, tak my word for’t,

it’ill a’ flee fast enough away wi’ ae wing. Howsever, I’ll no objek

to the visitation, for I hae had a sort o’ wis to see my grandchilder,

which is very natural I shou’d hae. Nae doot, by this time they are

grown braw bairns; and their mother was ay a genty bodie, though, in a

sense, mair for ornament than use.’

Walter, who, during this conversation, was sitting in his father’s

easy chair, that had, among other chattels, been removed from

Grippy,--swinging backward and forwards, and occasionally throwing

glances towards the visitors, said,--

‘And is my Betty Bodle to be there?’

‘O yes,’ replied George, glad to escape from his mother’s remarks; ‘and

you’ll be quite delighted to see her. She is uncommonly tall for her

age.’

‘I dinna like that,’ said Walter; ‘she should na hae grown ony

bigger,--for I dinna like big folk.’

‘And why not?’

‘’Cause ye ken, Geordie, the law’s made only for them; and if you and

me had ay been twa wee brotherly laddies, playing on the gowany brae,

as we used to do, ye would ne’er hae thought o’ bringing yon Cluty’s

claw frae Enbro’ to prove me guilty o’ daftness.’

‘I’m sure, Watty,’ said George, under the twinge which he suffered from

the observation, ‘that I could not do otherwise. It was required from

me equally by what was due to the world and to my mother.’

‘It may be sae,’ replied Walter; ‘but, as I’m daft, ye ken I dinna

understand it;’ and he again resumed his oscillations.

After some further conversation on the subject of the proposed visit,

in which George arranged that he should call on Monday for his mother

and Walter in the carriage, and take them out to the country with him,

he took his leave.

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