Rob Roy

by Walter Dill Scott

  ``I can't quite afford you the sympathy you expect upon this score,'' I replied; ``the misfortune is so general, that it belongs to one half of the species; and the other half''------

  ``Are so much better cared for, that they are jealous of their prerogatives,'' interrupted Miss Vernon---``I forgot you were a party interested. Nay,'' she said, as I was going to speak, ``that soft smile is intended to be the preface of a very pretty compliment respecting the peculiar advantages which Die Vernon's friends and kinsmen enjoy, by her being born one of their Helots; but spare me the utterance, my good friend, and let us try whether we shall agree better on the second count of my indictment against fortune, as that quill-driving puppy would call it. I belong to an oppressed sect and antiquated religion, and, instead of getting credit for my devotion, as is due to all good girls beside, my kind friend, Justice Inglewood, may send me to the house of correction, merely for worshipping God in the way of my ancestors, and say, as old Pembroke did to the Abbess of Wilton,* when he usurped her convent and

  * Note F. The Abbess of Wilton.

  establishment, `Go spin, you jade,---Go spin.' ''

  ``This is not a cureless evil,'' said I gravely. ``Consult some of our learned divines, or consult your own excellent understanding, Miss Vernon; and surely the particulars in which our religious creed differs from that in which you have been educated''------

  ``Hush!'' said Diana, placing her fore-finger on her mouth, ---``Hush! no more of that. Forsake the faith of my gallant fathers! I would as soon, were I a man, forsake their banner when the tide of battle pressed hardest against it, and turn, like a hireling recreant, to join the victorious enemy.''

  ``I honour your spirit, Miss Vernon; and as to the inconveniences to which it exposes you, I can only say, that wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.''

  ``Ay; but they are fretful and irritating, for all that. But I see, hard of heart as you are, my chance of beating hemp, or drawing out flax into marvellous coarse thread, affects you as little as my condemnation to coif and pinners, instead of beaver and cockade; so I will spare myself the fruitless pains of telling my third cause of vexation.''

  ``Nay, my dear Miss Vernon, do not withdraw your confidence, and I will promise you, that the threefold sympathy due to your very unusual causes of distress shall be all duly and truly paid to account of the third, providing you assure me, that it is one which you neither share with all womankind, nor even with every Catholic in England, who, God bless you, are still a sect more numerous than we Protestants, in our zeal for church and state, would desire them to be.''

  ``It is indeed,'' said Diana, with a manner greatly altered, and more serious than I had yet seen her assume, ``a misfortune that well merits compassion. I am by nature, as you may easily observe, of a frank and unreserved disposition---a plain true-hearted girl, who would willingly act openly and honestly by the whole world, and yet fate has involved me in such a series of nets and toils, and entanglements, that I dare hardly speak a word for fear of consequences---not to myself, but to others.''

  ``That is indeed a misfortune, Miss Vernon, which I do most sincerely compassionate, but which I should hardly have anticipated. ''

  ``O, Mr. Osbaldistone, if you but knew---if any one knew, what difficulty I sometimes find in hiding an aching heart with a smooth brow, you would indeed pity me. I do wrong, perhaps, in speaking to you even thus far on my own situation; but you are a young man of sense and penetration---you cannot but long to ask me a hundred questions on the events of this day--- on the share which Rashleigh has in your deliverance from this petty scrape---upon many other points which cannot but excite your attention; and I cannot bring myself to answer with the necessary falsehood and finesse---I should do it awkwardly, and lose your good opinion, if I have any share of it, as well as my own. It is best to say at once, Ask me no questions,---I have it not in my power to reply to them.''

  Miss Vernon spoke these words with a tone of feeling which could not but make a corresponding impression upon me. I assured her she had neither to fear my urging her with impertinent questions, nor my misconstruing her declining to answer those which might in themselves be reasonable, or at least natural.

  ``I was too much obliged,'' I said, ``by the interest she had taken in my affairs, to misuse the opportunity her goodness had afforded me of prying into hers---I only trusted and entreated, that if my services could at any time be useful, she would command them without doubt or hesitation.''

  ``Thank you---thank you,'' she replied; ``your voice does not ring the cuckoo chime of compliment, but speaks like that of one who knows to what he pledges himself. If---but it is impossible---but yet, if an opportunity should occur, I will ask you if you remember this promise; and I assure you, I shall not be angry if I find you have forgotten it, for it is enough that you are sincere in your intentions just now---much may occur to alter them ere I call upon you, should that moment ever come, to assist Die Vernon, as if you were Die Vernon's brother.''

  ``And if I were Die Vernon's brother,'' said I, ``there could not be less chance that I should refuse my assistance---And now I am afraid I must not ask whether Rashleigh was willingly accessory to my deliverance?''

  ``Not of me; but you may ask it of himself, and depend upon it, he will say yes; for rather than any good action should walk through the world like an unappropriated adjective in an ill-arranged sentence, he is always willing to stand noun substantive to it himself.''

  ``And I must not ask whether this Campbell be himself the party who eased Mr. Morris of his portmanteau,---or whether the letter, which our friend the attorney received, was not a finesse to withdraw him from the scene of action, lest he should have marred the happy event of my deliverance? And I must not ask''------

  ``You must ask nothing of me,'' said Miss Vernon; ``so it is quite in vain to go on putting cases. You are to think just as well of me as if I had answered all these queries, and twenty others besides, as glibly as Rashleigh could have done; and observe, whenever I touch my chin just so, it is a sign that I cannot speak upon the topic which happens to occupy your attention. I must settle signals of correspondence with you, because you are to be my confidant and my counsellor, only you are to know nothing whatever of my affairs.''

  ``Nothing can be more reasonable,'' I replied, laughing; ``and the extent of your confidence will, you may rely upon it, only be equalled by the sagacity of my counsels.''

  This sort of conversation brought us, in the highest good-humour with each other, to Osbaldistone Hall, where we found the family far advanced in the revels of the evening.

  ``Get some dinner for Mr. Osbaldistone and me in the library,'' said Miss Vernon to a servant.---``I must have some compassion upon you,'' she added, turning to me, ``and provide against your starving in this mansion of brutal abundance; otherwise I am not sure that I should show you my private haunts. This same library is my den---the only corner of the Hall-house where I am safe from the Ourang-Outangs, my cousins. They never venture there, I suppose for fear the folios should fall down and crack their skulls; for they will never affect their heads in any other way---So follow me.''

  And I followed through hall and bower, vaulted passage and winding stair, until we reached the room where she had ordered our refreshments.

  CHAPTER TENTH.

  In the wide pile, by others heeded not, Hers was one sacred solitary spot, Whose gloomy aisles and bending shelves contain For moral hunger food, and cures for moral pain. Anonymous.

  The library at Osbaldistone Hall was a gloomy room, whose antique oaken shelves bent beneath the weight of the ponderous folios so dear to the seventeenth century, from which, under favour be it spoken, we have distilled matter for our quartos and octavos, and which, once more subjected to the alembic, may, should our sons be yet more frivolous than ourselves, be still farther reduced into duodecimos and pamphlets. The collection was chiefly of the classics, as well foreign as ancient history, and, above all, divinity. It was in wretch
ed order. The priests, who in succession had acted as chaplains at the Hall, were, for many years, the only persons who entered its precincts, until Rashleigh's thirst for reading had led him to disturb the venerable spiders, who had muffled the fronts of the presses with their tapestry. His destination for the church rendered his conduct less absurd in his father's eyes, than if any of his other descendants had betrayed so strange a propensity, and Sir Hildebrand acquiesced in the library receiving some repairs, so as to fit it for a sitting-room. Still an air of dilapidation, as obvious as it was uncomfortable, pervaded the large apartment, and announced the neglect from which the knowledge which its walls contained had not been able to exempt it. The tattered tapestry, the worm-eaten shelves, the huge and clumsy, yet tottering, tables, desks, and chairs, the rusty grate, seldom gladdened by either sea-coal or faggots, intimated the contempt of the lords of Osbaldistone Hall for learning, and for the volumes which record its treasures.

  ``You think this place somewhat disconsolate, I suppose?'' said Diana, as I glanced my eye round the forlorn apartment; ``but to me it seems like a little paradise, for I call it my own, and fear no intrusion. Rashleigh was joint proprietor with me, while we were friends.''

  ``And are you no longer so?'' was my natural question. Her fore-finger immediately touched her dimpled chin, with an arch look of prohibition.

  ``We are still allies,'' she continued, ``bound, like other confederate powers, by circumstances of mutual interest; but I am afraid, as will happen in other cases, the treaty of alliance has survived the amicable dispositions in which it had its origin. At any rate, we live less together; and when he comes through that door there, I vanish through this door here; and so, having made the discovery that we two were one too many for this apartment, as large as it seems, Rashleigh, whose occasions frequently call him elsewhere, has generously made a cession of his rights in my favour; so that I now endeavour to prosecute alone the studies in which he used formerly to be my guide.''

  ``And what are those studies, if I may presume to ask?''

  ``Indeed you may, without the least fear of seeing my fore-finger raised to my chin. Science and history are my principal favourites; but I also study poetry and the classics.''

  ``And the classics? Do you read them in the original?''

  ``Unquestionably. Rashleigh, who is no contemptible scholar, taught me Greek and Latin, as well as most of the languages of modern Europe. I assure you there has been some pains taken in my education, although I can neither sew a tucker, nor work cross-stitch, nor make a pudding, nor---as the vicar's fat wife, with as much truth as elegance, good-will, and politeness, was pleased to say in my behalf---do any other useful thing in the varsal world.''

  ``And was this selection of studies Rashleigh's choice, or your own, Miss Vernon?'' I asked.

  ``Um!'' said she, as if hesitating to answer my question,--- ``It's not worth while lifting my finger about, after all. Why, partly his and partly mine. As I learned out of doors to ride a horse, and bridle and saddle him in cue of necessity, and to clear a five-barred gate, and fire a gun without winking, and all other of those masculine accomplishments that my brute cousins run mad after, I wanted, like my rational cousin, to read Greek and Latin within doors, and make my complete approach to the tree of knowledge, which you men-scholars would engross to yourselves, in revenge, I suppose, for our common mother's share in the great original transgression.''

  ``And Rashleigh indulged your propensity to learning?''

  ``Why, he wished to have me for his scholar, and he could but teach me that which he knew himself---he was not likely to instruct me in the mysteries of washing lace-ruffles, or hemming cambric handkerchiefs, I suppose.''

  ``I admit the temptation of getting such a scholar, and have no doubt that it made a weighty consideration on the tutor's part.''

  ``Oh, if you begin to investigate Rashleigh's motives, my finger touches my chin once more. I can only be frank where my own are inquired into. But to resume---he has resigned the library in my favour, and never enters without leave had and obtained; and so I have taken the liberty to make it the place of deposit for some of my own goods and chattels, as you may see by looking round you.''

  ``I beg pardon, Miss Vernon, but I really see nothing around these walls which I can distinguish as likely to claim you as mistress.''

  ``That is, I suppose, because you neither see a shepherd or shepherdess wrought in worsted, and handsomely framed in black ebony, or a stuffed parrot,---or a breeding-cage, full of canary birds,---or a housewife-case, broidered with tarnished silver,---or a toilet-table with a nest of japanned boxes, with as many angles as Christmas minced-pies,---or a broken-backed spinet,---or a lute with three strings,---or rock-work,---or shell-work, ---or needle-work, or work of any kind,---or a lap-dog with a litter of blind puppies---None of these treasures do I possess,'' she continued, after a pause, in order to recover the breath she had lost in enumerating them---``But there stands the sword of my ancestor Sir Richard Vernon, slain at Shrewsbury, and sorely slandered by a sad fellow called Will Shakspeare, whose Lancastrian partialities, and a certain knack at embodying them, has turned history upside down, or rather inside out;---and by that redoubted weapon hangs the mail of the still older Vernon, squire to the Black Prince, whose fate is the reverse of his descendant's, since he is more indebted to the bard who took the trouble to celebrate him, for good-will than for talents,---

  Amiddes the route you may discern one Brave knight, with pipes on shield, ycleped Vernon Like a borne fiend along the plain he thundered, Prest to be carving throtes, while others plundered.

  Then there is a model of a new martingale, which I invented myself---a great improvement on the Duke of Newcastle's; and there are the hood and bells of my falcon Cheviot, who spitted himself on a heron's bill at Horsely-moss---poor Cheviot, there is not a bird on the perches below, but are kites and riflers compared to him; and there is my own light fowling-piece, with an improved firelock; with twenty other treasures, each more valuable than another---And there, that speaks for itself.''

  She pointed to the carved oak frame of a full-length portrait by Vandyke, on which were inscribed, in Gothic letters, the words Vernon semper viret. I looked at her for explanation. ``Do you not know,'' said she, with some surprise, ``our motto--- the Vernon motto, where,

  Like the solemn vice iniquity, We moralise two meanings in one word

  And do you not know our cognisance, the pipes?'' pointing to the armorial bearings sculptured on the oaken scutcheon, around which the legend was displayed.

  ``Pipes!---they look more like penny-whistles---But, pray, do not be angry with my ignorance,'' I continued, observing the colour mount to her cheeks, ``I can mean no affront to your armorial bearings, for I do not even know my own.''

  ``You an Osbaldistone, and confess so much!'' she exclaimed. ``Why, Percie, Thornie, John, Dickon---Wilfred himself, might be your instructor. Even ignorance itself is a plummet over you.''

  ``With shame I confess it, my dear Miss Vernon, the mysteries couched under the grim hieroglyphics of heraldry are to me as unintelligible as those of the pyramids of Egypt.''

  ``What! is it possible?---Why, even my uncle reads Gwillym sometimes of a winter night---Not know the figures of heraldry! ---of what could your father be thinking?''

  ``Of the figures of arithmetic,'' I answered; ``the most insignificant unit of which he holds more highly than all the blazonry of chivalry. But, though I am ignorant to this inexpressible degree, I have knowledge and taste enough to admire that splendid picture, in which I think I can discover a family likeness to you. What ease and dignity in the attitude!---what richness of colouring---what breadth and depth of shade!''

  ``Is it really a fine painting?'' she asked.

  ``I have seen many works of the renowned artist,'' I replied, ``but never beheld one more to my liking!''

  ``Well, I know as little of pictures as you do of heraldry,'' replied Miss Vernon; ``yet I have the advantage of you, because I have always
admired the painting without understanding its value.''

  ``While I have neglected pipes and tabors, and all the whimsical combinations of chivalry, still I am informed that they floated in the fields of ancient fame. But you will allow their exterior appearance is not so peculiarly interesting to the uninformed spectator as that of a fine painting.---Who is the person here represented?''

  ``My grandfather. He shared the misfortunes of Charles I., and, I am sorry to add, the excesses of his son. Our patrimonial estate was greatly impaired by his prodigality, and was altogether lost by his successor, my unfortunate father. But peace be with them who have got it!---it was lost in the cause of loyalty.''

  ``Your father, I presume, suffered in the political dissensions of the period?''

  ``He did indeed;---he lost his all. And hence is his child a dependent orphan---eating the bread of others---subjected to their caprices, and compelled to study their inclinations; yet prouder of having had such a father, than if, playing a more prudent but less upright part, he had left me possessor of all the rich and fair baronies which his family once possessed.''

  As she thus spoke, the entrance of the servants with dinner cut off all conversation but that of a general nature.

  When our hasty meal was concluded, and the wine placed on the table, the domestic informed us, ``that Mr. Rashleigh had desired to be told when our dinner was removed.''

  ``Tell him,'' said Miss Vernon, ``we shall be happy to see him if he will step this way---place another wineglass and chair, and leave the room.---You must retire with him when he goes away, she continued, addressing herself to me; ``even my liberality cannot spare a gentleman above eight hours out of the twenty-four; and I think we have been together for at least that length of time.''