Part 53 (1/2)
”Upon my foot mostly, madam,” was the reply.
”What, all that immense way upon foot?--How far can you walk in a day.”
”Five-and-twenty miles and a bittock.”
”And a what?” said the Queen, looking towards the Duke of Argyle.
”And about five miles more,” replied the Duke.
”I thought I was a good walker,” said the Queen, ”but this shames me sadly.”
”May your Leddys.h.i.+p never hae sae weary a heart, that ye canna be sensible of the weariness of the limbs,” said Jeanie. That came better off, thought the Duke; it's the first thing she has said to the purpose.
”And I didna just a'thegither walk the haill way neither, for I had whiles the cast of a cart; and I had the cast of a horse from Ferrybridge--and divers other eas.e.m.e.nts,” said Jeanie, cutting short her story, for she observed the Duke made the sign he had fixed upon.
”With all these accommodations,” answered the Queen, ”you must have had a very fatiguing journey, and, I fear, to little purpose; since, if the King were to pardon your sister, in all probability it would do her little good, for I suppose your people of Edinburgh would hang her out of spite.”
She will sink herself now outright, thought the Duke.
But he was wrong. The shoals on which Jeanie had touched in this delicate conversation lay under ground, and were unknown to her; this rock was above water, and she avoided it.
”She was confident,” she said, ”that baith town and country wad rejoice to see his Majesty taking compa.s.sion on a poor unfriended creature.”
”His Majesty has not found it so in a late instance,” said the Queen; ”but I suppose my Lord Duke would advise him to be guided by the votes of the rabble themselves, who should be hanged and who spared?”
”No, madam,” said the Duke; ”but I would advise his Majesty to be guided by his own feelings, and those of his royal consort; and then I am sure punishment will only attach itself to guilt, and even then with cautious reluctance.”
”Well, my Lord,” said her Majesty, ”all these fine speeches do not convince me of the propriety of so soon showing any mark of favour to your--I suppose I must not say rebellious?--but, at least, your very disaffected and intractable metropolis. Why, the whole nation is in a league to screen the savage and abominable murderers of that unhappy man; otherwise, how is it possible but that, of so many perpetrators, and engaged in so public an action for such a length of time, one at least must have been recognised? Even this wench, for aught I can tell, may be a depositary of the secret.--Hark you, young woman, had you any friends engaged in the Porteous mob?”
”No, madam,” answered Jeanie, happy that the question was so framed that she could, with a good conscience, answer it in the negative.
”But I suppose,” continued the Queen, ”if you were possessed of such a secret, you would hold it a matter of conscience to keep it to yourself?”
”I would pray to be directed and guided what was the line of duty, madam,” answered Jeanie.
”Yes, and take that which suited your own inclinations,” replied her Majesty.
”If it like you, madam,” said Jeanie, ”I would hae gaen to the end of the earth to save the life of John Porteous, or any other unhappy man in his condition; but I might lawfully doubt how far I am called upon to be the avenger of his blood, though it may become the civil magistrate to do so.
He is dead and gane to his place, and they that have slain him must answer for their ain act. But my sister, my puir sister, Effie, still lives, though her days and hours are numbered! She still lives, and a word of the King's mouth might restore her to a brokenhearted auld man, that never in his daily and nightly exercise, forgot to pray that his Majesty might be blessed with a long and a prosperous reign, and that his throne, and the throne of his posterity, might be established in righteousness. O madam, if ever ye kend what it was to sorrow for and with a sinning and a suffering creature, whose mind is sae tossed that she can be neither ca'd fit to live or die, have some compa.s.sion on our misery!--Save an honest house from dishonour, and an unhappy girl, not eighteen years of age, from an early and dreadful death! Alas! it is not when we sleep soft and wake merrily ourselves that we think on other people's sufferings. Our hearts are waxed light within us then, and we are for righting our ain wrangs and fighting our ain battles. But when the hour of trouble comes to the mind or to the body--and seldom may it visit your Leddys.h.i.+p--and when the hour of death comes, that comes to high and low--lang and late may it be yours!--Oh, my Leddy, then it isna what we hae dune for oursells, but what we hae dune for others, that we think on maist pleasantly. And the thoughts that ye hae intervened to spare the puir thing's life will be sweeter in that hour, come when it may, than if a word of your mouth could hang the haill Porteous mob at the tail of ae tow.”
Tear followed tear down Jeanie's cheeks, as, her features glowing and quivering with emotion, she pleaded her sister's cause with a pathos which was at once simple and solemn.
”This is eloquence,” said her Majesty to the Duke of Argyle. ”Young woman,” she continued, addressing herself to Jeanie, ”_I_ cannot grant a pardon to your sister--but you shall not want my warm intercession with his Majesty. Take this house-wife case,” she continued, putting a small embroidered needle-case into Jeanie's hands; ”do not open it now, but at your leisure--you will find something in it which will remind you that you have had an interview with Queen Caroline.”
Jeanie, having her suspicions thus confirmed, dropped on her knees, and would have expanded herself in grat.i.tude; but the Duke who was upon thorns lest she should say more or less than just enough, touched his chin once more.
”Our business is, I think, ended for the present, my Lord Duke,” said the Queen, ”and, I trust, to your satisfaction. Hereafter I hope to see your Grace more frequently, both at Richmond and St. James's.--Come Lady Suffolk, we must wish his Grace good-morning.”
They exchanged their parting reverences, and the Duke, so soon as the ladies had turned their backs, a.s.sisted Jeanie to rise from the ground, and conducted her back through the avenue, which she trode with the feeling of one who walks in her sleep.