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So far as I was concerned myself, I
had come to port;
but I had still Alan, to whom I was so much beholden, on my hands; and
besides a heavy charge in the matter of the murder and James of the
On both these heads I unbosomed to Rankeillor the
next morning, walking
to and fro about six of the clock before the house of Shaws, and with
view but the fields and woods that had been my ancestors' and were now
Even as I spoke on these grave subjects, my eye
would take a glad bit of
a run over the prospect, and my heart jump with pride.
About my clear duty to my friend, the lawyer had no doubt. I must help him out of the county at whatever risk; but in the case of James, he was of a different mind.
"Mr. Thomson," says he, "is one
Mr. Thomson's kinsman quite another.
know little of the facts, but I gather that a great noble (whom we
will call, if you like, the D. of A.)
has some concern and is
even supposed to feel some animosity in the matter.
The D. of A. is doubtless an excellent nobleman;
but, Mr. David, timeo
qui nocuere deos. If
to balk his vengeance, you should remember there is one way to shut
testimony out; and that is to put you in the dock.
There, you would be in the same pickle as Mr.
You will object that you are innocent; well, but so
And to be tried for your life before a Highland
jury, on a Highland
quarrel and with a Highland Judge upon the bench, would be a brief
Now I had made all these reasonings
before and found
no very good reply to them; so I put on all the simplicity I could.
"In that case, sir," said I, "I would just have to
hanged — would I not?"
"My dear boy," cries he, "go in God's name, and do what you think is right. It is a poor thought that at my time of life I should be advising you to choose the safe and shameful; and I take it back with an apology. Go and do your duty; and be hanged, if you must, like a gentleman. There are worse things in the world than to be hanged."
"Not many, sir," said I, smiling.
"Why, yes, sir," he cried, "very
And it would be ten times better for your uncle (to
go no farther afield)
if he were dangling decently upon a gibbet."
Thereupon he turned into the house
(still in a great
fervour of mind, so that I saw I had pleased him heartily) and there he
two letters, making his comments on them as he wrote.
"This," says he, "is to my bankers, the British Linen Company, placing a credit to your name. Consult Mr. Thomson, he will know of ways; and you, with this credit, can supply the means. I trust you will be a good husband of your money; but in the affair of a friend like Mr. Thompson, I would be even prodigal. Then for his kinsman, there is no better way than that you should seek the Advocate, tell him your tale, and offer testimony; whether he may take it or not, is quite another matter, and will turn on the D. of A. Now, that you may reach the Lord Advocate well recommended, I give you here a letter to a namesake of your own, the learned Mr. Balfour of Pilrig, a man whom I esteem. It will look better that you should be presented by one of your own name; and the laird of Pilrig is much looked up to in the Faculty and stands well with Lord Advocate Grant. I would not trouble him, if I were you, with any particulars; and (do you know?) I think it would be needless to refer to Mr. Thomson. Form yourself upon the laird, he is a good model; when you deal with the Advocate, be discreet; and in all these matters, may the Lord guide you, Mr. David!"
Thereupon he took his farewell, and set out with Torrance for the Ferry, while Alan and I turned our faces for the city of Edinburgh. As we went by the footpath and beside the gateposts and the unfinished lodge, we kept looking back at the house of my fathers. It stood there, bare and great and smokeless, like a place not lived in; only in one of the top windows, there was the peak of a nightcap bobbing up and down and back and forward, like the head of a rabbit from a burrow. I had little welcome when I came, and less kindness while I stayed; but at least I was watched as I went away.
Alan and I went slowly forward upon
our way, having
little heart either to walk or speak.
same thought was uppermost in both, that we were near the time of our
and remembrance of all the bygone days sate upon us sorely.
We talked indeed of what should be done; and it was
resolved that Alan
should keep to the county, biding now here, now there, but coming once
day to a particular place where I might be able to communicate with
in my own person or by messenger.
the meanwhile, I was to seek out a lawyer, who was an Appin Stewart,
and a man
therefore to be wholly trusted; and it should be his part to find a
ship and to
arrange for Alan's safe embarkation.
sooner was this business done, than the words seemed to leave us; and
would seek to jest with Alan under the name of Mr. Thomson, and he with
me on my
new clothes and my estate, you could feel very well that we were nearer
We came the by-way over the hill of
when we got near to the place called Rest-and-be-Thankful, and looked
Corstorphine bogs and over to the city and the castle on the hill, we
stopped, for we both knew without a word said that we had come to where
parted. Here he
repeated to me once
again what had been agreed upon between us: the address of the lawyer,
hour at which Alan might be found, and the signals that were to be made
that came seeking him. Then
what money I had (a guinea or two of Rankeillor's) so that he should
in the meanwhile; and then we stood a space, and looked over at
"Well, good-bye," said Alan, and
his left hand.
"Good-bye," said I, and gave the
little grasp, and went off down hill.
Neither one of us looked the other in the face, nor so long as he was in my view did I take one back glance at the friend I was leaving. But as I went on my way to the city, I felt so lost and lonesome, that I could have found it in my heart to sit down by the dyke, and cry and weep like any baby.
It was coming near noon when I passed in by the West Kirk and the Grassmarket into the streets of the capital. The huge height of the buildings, running up to ten and fifteen storeys, the narrow arched entries that continually vomited passengers, the wares of the merchants in their windows, the hubbub and endless stir, the foul smells and the fine clothes, and a hundred other particulars too small to mention, struck me into a kind of stupor of surprise, so that I let the crowd carry me to and fro; and yet all the time what I was thinking of was Alan at Rest-and-be-Thankful; and all the time (although you would think I would not choose but be delighted with these braws and novelties) there was a cold gnawing in my inside like a remorse for something wrong.
The hand of Providence brought me in my drifting to the very doors of the British Linen Company's bank.