Part 11 (2/2)
During this speech, the longest ever Dominie Sampson was known to utter, the affectionate creature's eyes streamed with tears, and neither Lucy nor Mac-Morlan could refrain from sympathising with this unexpected burst of feeling and attachment. ”Mr. Sampson,”
said Mac-Morlan, after having had recourse to his snuff-box and handkerchief alternately, ”my house is large enough, and if you will accept of a bed there, while Miss Bertram honours us with her residence, I shall think myself very happy, and my roof much favoured by receiving a man of your worth and fidelity.” And then, with a delicacy which was meant to remove any objection on Miss Bertram's part to bringing with her this unexpected satellite, he added, ”My business requires my frequently having occasion for a better accountant than any of my present clerks, and I should be glad to have recourse to your a.s.sistance in that way now and then.”
”Of a surety, of a surety,” said Sampson eagerly; ”I understand book-keeping by double entry and the Italian method.”
Our postilion had thrust himself into the room to announce his chaise and horses; he tarried, un.o.bserved, during this extraordinary scene, and a.s.sured Mrs. Mac-Candlish it was the most moving thing he ever saw; ”the death of the gray mare, puir hizzie, was naething till't.” This trifling circ.u.mstance afterwards had consequences of greater moment to the Dominie.
The visitors were hospitably welcomed by Mrs. Mac-Morlan, to whom, as well as to others, her Husband intimated that he had engaged .
Dominie Sampson's a.s.sistance to disentangle some perplexed accounts; during which occupation he would, for convenience' sake, reside with the family. Mr. MacMorlan's knowledge of the world induced him to put this colour upon the matter, aware, that however honourable the fidelity of the Dominie's attachment might be, both to his own heart and to the family of Ellangowan, his exterior ill qualified him to be a ”squire of dames,” and rendered him, upon the whole, rather a ridiculous appendage to a beautiful young woman of seventeen.
Dominie Sampson achieved with great zeal such tasks as Mr.
Mac-Morlan chose to intrust him with; but it was speedily observed that at a certain hour after breakfast he regularly disappeared, and returned again about dinner-time. The evening he occupied in the labour of the office. On Sat.u.r.day, he appeared before Mac-Morlan with a look of great triumph, and laid on the table two pieces of gold. ”What is this for, Dominie?” said Mac-Morlan.
”First to indemnify you of your charges in my behalf, worthy sir--and the balance for the use of Miss Lucy Bertram.”
”But, Mr. Sampson, your labour in the office much more than recompenses me--I am your debtor, my good friend.”
”Then be it all,” said the Dominie, waving his hand, ”for Miss Lucy Bertram's behoof.”
”Well, but, Dominie, this money--”
”It is honestly come by, Mr. Mac-Morlan; it is the bountiful reward of a young gentleman, to whom I am teaching the tongues; reading with him three hours daily--”
A few more questions extracted from the Dominie that this liberal pupil was young Hazlewood, and that he met his preceptor daily at the house of Mrs. Mac-Candlish, whose proclamation of Sampson's disinterested attachment to the young lady had procured him this indefatigable and bounteous scholar.
Mac-Morlan was much struck with what he heard.
Dominie Sampson was doubtless a very good scholar, and an excellent man, and the cla.s.sics were unquestionably very well worth reading; yet that a young man of twenty should ride seven miles and back again each day in the week, to hold this sort of tete-a-tete of three hours, was a zeal for literature to which he was not prepared to give entire credit. Little art was necessary to sift the Dominie, for the honest man's head never admitted any but the most direct and simple ideas. ”Does Miss Bertram know how your time is engaged, my good friend?”
”Surely not as yet--Mr. Charles recommended it should be concealed from her, lest she should scruple to accept of the small a.s.sistance arising from it; but,” he added, ”it would not be possible to conceal it long, since Mr. Charles proposed taking his lessons occasionally in this house.”
”Oh, he does!” said Mac-Morlan Yes, yes, I can understand that better.--And pray, Mr. Sampson, are these three hours entirely spent in construing and translating?”
”Doubtless, no--we have also colloquial intercourse to sweeten study--neque semper arc.u.m tendit Apollo.”
The querist proceeded to elicit from this Galloway Phoebus what their discourse chiefly turned upon.
”Upon our past meetings at Ellangowan--and, truly, I think very often we discourse concerning Miss Lucy--for Mr. Charles Hazlewood, in that particular, resembleth me, Mr. Mac-Morlan. When I begin to speak of her I never know when to stop--and, as I say (jocularly), she cheats us out of half our lessons.”
”Oh ho!” thought Mr. Mac-Morlan, ”sits the wind in that quarter?
I've heard something like this before.”
He then began to consider what conduct was safest for his protege, and even for himself; for the senior Mr. Hazlewood was powerful, wealthy, ambitious, and vindictive, and looked for both fortune and t.i.tle in any connection which his son might form. At length, having the highest opinion of his guest's good sense and penetration, he determined to take an opportunity, when they should happen to be alone, to communicate the matter to her as a simple piece of intelligence. He did so in as natural a manner as he could;--”I wish you joy of your friend Mr. Sampson's good fortune, Miss Bertram; he has got a pupil who pays him two guineas for twelve lessons of Greek and Latin.”
”Indeed!--I am equally happy and surprised--who can be so liberal?--is Colonel Mannering returned?”
”No, no, not Colonel Mannering; but what do you think of your acquaintance, Mr. Charles Hazlewood?--He talks of taking his lessons here--I wish we may have accommodation for him.”
Lucy blushed deeply. ”For Heaven's sake, no, Mr. Mac-Morlan--do not let that be--Charles Hazlewood has had enough of mischief about that already.”
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