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penny loaves; which were all his stock had reached to the purchase
of; and left him; saying;
'I maun awa' to my tay; Shargar。 I'll fess ye a cauld tawtie het
again; gin Betty has ony。 Lie still; and whatever ye do; dinna come
oot o' that。'
The last injunction was entirely unnecessary。
'Eh; Bob; I'm jist in haven!' said the poor creature; for his skin
began to feel the precious possibility of reviving warmth in the
distance。
Now that he had gained a new burrow; the human animal soon recovered
from his fears as well。 It seemed to him; in the novelty of the
place; that he had made so many doublings to reach it; that there
could be no danger of even the mistress of the house finding him
out; for she could hardly be supposed to look after such a remote
corner of her dominions。 And then he was boxed in with the bed; and
covered with no end of warm garments; while the friendly darkness
closed him and his shelter all round。 Except the faintest blue
gleam from one of the panes in the roof; there was soon no hint of
light anywhere; and this was only sufficient to make the darkness
visible; and thus add artistic effect to the operation of it upon
Shargar's imaginationa faculty certainly uneducated in Shargar;
but far; very far from being therefore non…existent。 It was;
indeed; actively operative; although; like that of many a fine lady
and gentleman; only in relation to such primary questions as: 'What
shall we eat? And what shall we drink? And wherewithal shall we be
clothed?' But as he lay and devoured the new 'white breid;' his
satisfactionthe bare delight of his animal existencereached a
pitch such as even this imagination; stinted with poverty; and
frost…bitten with maternal oppression; had never conceived possible。
The power of enjoying the present without anticipation of the
future or regard of the past; is the especial privilege of the
animal nature; and of the human nature in proportion as it has not
been developed beyond the animal。 Herein lies the happiness of cab
horses and of tramps: to them the gift of forgetfulness is of worth
inestimable。 Shargar's heaven was for the present gained。
CHAPTER V。
THE SYMPOSIUM。
Robert had scarcely turned out of the square on his way to find
Shargar; when a horseman entered it。 His horse and he were both
apparently black on one side and gray on the other; from the
snow…drift settling to windward。 The animal looked tired; but the
rider sat as easy as if he were riding to cover。 The reins hung
loose; and the horse went in a straight line for The Boar's Head;
stopping under the archway only when his master drew bridle at the
door of the inn。
At that moment Miss Letty was standing at the back of Miss Napier's
chair; leaning her arms upon it as she talked to her。 This was her
way of resting as often as occasion arose for a chat with her elder
sister。 Miss Letty's hair was gathered in a great knot at the top
of her head; and little ringlets hung like tendrils down the sides
of her face; the benevolence of which was less immediately striking
than that of her sister's; because of the constant play of humour
upon it; especially about the mouth。 If a spirit of satire could be
supposed converted into something Christian by an infusion of the
tenderest loving…kindness and humanity; remaining still recognizable
notwithstanding that all its bitterness was gone; such was the
expression of Miss Letty's mouth; It was always half puckered as if
in resistance to a comic smile; which showed itself at the windows
of the keen gray eyes; however the mouth might be able to keep it
within doors。 She was neatly dressed in black silk; with a lace
collar。 Her hands were small and white。
The moment the traveller stopped at the door; Miss Napier started。
'Letty;' she said; 'wha's that? I could amaist sweir to Black
Geordie's fit。'
'A' four o' them; I think;' returned Miss Letty; as the horse;
notwithstanding; or perhaps in consequence of his fatigue; began to
paw and move about on the stones impatiently。
The rider had not yet spoken。
'He'll be efter some o' 's deevil…ma'…care sculduddery。 But jist
rin to the door; Letty; or Lizzy 'll be there afore ye; and maybe
she wadna be ower ceevil。 What can he be efter noo?'
'What wad the grew (grayhound) be efter but maukin (hare)?' returned
Miss Letty。
'Hoot! nonsense! He kens naething aboot her。 Gang to the door;
lassie。'
Miss Letty obeyed。
'Wha's there?' she asked; somewhat sharply; as she opened it; 'that
neither chaps (knocks) nor ca's?Preserve 's a'! is't you; my
lord?'
'Hoo ken ye me; Miss Letty withoot seein' my face?'
'A'body at The Boar's Heid kens Black Geordie as weel 's yer
lordship's ain sel'。 But whaur comes yer lordship frae in sic a
nicht as this?'
'From Russia。 Never dismounted between Moscow and Aberdeen。 The
ice is bearing to…night。'
And the baron laughed inside the upturned collar of his cloak; for
he knew that strangely…exaggerated stories were current about his
feats in the saddle。
'That's a lang ride; my lord; and a sliddery。 And what's yer
lordship's wull?'
'Muckle ye care aboot my lordship to stand jawin' there in a night
like this! Is nobody going to take my horse?'
'I beg yer lordship's pardon。 Caumill!Yer lordship never said ye
wanted yer lordship's horse ta'en。 I thocht ye micht be gaein' on
to The Bothie。Tak' Black Geordie here; Caumill。Come in to the
parlour; my lord。'
'How d'ye do; Miss Naper?' said Lord Rothie; as he entered the room。
'Here's this jade of a sister of yours asking me why I don't go home
to The Bothie; when I choose to stop and water here。'
'What'll ye tak'; my lord?Letty; fess the brandy。'
'Oh! damn your brandy! Bring me a gill of good Glendronach。'
'Rin; Letty。 His lordship's cauld。I canna rise to offer ye the
airm…cheir; my lord。'
'I can get one for myself; thank heaven!'
'Lang may yer lordship return sic thanks。'
'For I'm only new begun; ye think; Miss Naper。 Well; I don't often
trouble heaven with my affairs。 By Jove! I ought to be heard when
I do。'
'Nae doobt ye will; my lord; whan ye seek onything that's fit to be
gien ye。'
'True。 Heaven's gifts are seldom much worth the asking。'
'Haud yer tongue; my lord; and dinna bring doon a judgment upo' my
hoose; for it wad be missed oot o' Rothieden;'
'You're right there; Miss Naper。 And here comes the whisky to stop
my mouth。'
The Baron of Rothie sat for a few minutes with his feet on the
fender before Miss Letty's blazing fire; without speaking; while he
sipped the whisky neat from a wine…glass。 He was a man about the
middle height; rather full…figured; muscular and active; with a
small head; and an eye whose brightness had not yet been dimmed by
the sensuality which might be read in the condition rather than
frame of his countenance。 But while he spoke so pleasantly to the
Miss Napiers; and his forehead spread broad and smooth over the
twinkle of his hazel eye; there was a sharp curve on each side of
his upper lip; half…way between the corner and the middle; which
reminded one of the same curves in the lip of his ancestral boar's
head; where it was lifted up by the protruding tusks。 These curves
disappeared; of course; when he smiled; and his smile; being a
lord's; was generally pronounced irresistible。 He was good…natured;
and nowise inclined to stand upon his rank; so long as he had his
own way。
'Any customers by the mail to…night; Miss Naper?' he asked; in a
careless tone。
'Naebody partic'lar; my lord。'
'I thought ye never let anybody in that wasn't particularly
particular。 No foot…passengerseh?'
'Hoot; my lord! that's twa year ago。 Gin I had jaloosed him to be a
fren' o' yer lordship's; forby bein' a lord himsel'; ye ken as weel
's I du that I wadna hae sent him ower the g