I do I do, most heedfully, said Davie. For, as the sun goeth round the dial-plate in twenty-four hours, add, for the moon, fifty minutes and a half
You are in the seventh heavens, man, said his companion.
I crave your pardon, replied Davie. Let the wheel A go round in twenty-four hours I have it and the wheel B in twenty-four hours, fifty minutes and a half fifty-seven being to fifty-four, as fifty-nine to twenty-four hours, fifty minutes and a half, or very nearly, I crave your forgiveness, Master George, and heartily wish you good-even.
Good-even? said Master George; why, you have not wished me good-day yet. Come, old friend, lay by these tablets, or you will crack the inner machinery of your skull, as our friend yonder has got the outer-case of his damaged. Good-night, quotha! I mean not to part with you so easily. I came to get my four hours nunchion from you, man, besides a tune on the lute from my god-daughter, Mrs. Marget.
Good faith! I was abstracted, Master George but you know me. Whenever I get amongst the wheels, said Mr. Ramsay, why, tis
Lucky that you deal in small ones, said his friend; as, awakened from his reveries and calculations, Ramsay led the way up a little back-stair to the first storey, occupied by his daughter and his little household.
The apprentices resumed their places in the front-shop, and relieved Sam Porter; when Jenkin said to Tunstall Didst see, Frank, how the old goldsmith cottoned in with his beggarly countryman? When would one of his wealth have shaken hands so courteously with a poor Englishman? Well, Ill say that for the best of the Scots, that they will go over head and ears to serve a countryman, when they will not wet a nail of their finger to save a Southron, as they call us, from drowning. And yet Master George is but half-bred Scot neither in that respect; for I have known him do many a kind thing to the English too.
But hark ye, Jenkin, said Tunstall, I think you are but half-bred English yourself. How came you to strike on the Scotsmans side after all?
Why, you did so, too, answered Vincent.
Ay, because I saw you begin; and, besides, it is no Cumberland fashion to fall fifty upon one, replied Tunstall.
And no Christ Church fashion neither, said Jenkin. Fair play and Old England for ever! Besides, to tell you a secret, his voice had a twang in it in the dialect I mean reminded me of a little tongue, which I think sweeter sweeter than the last toll of St. Dunstans will sound, on the day that I am shot of my indentures Ha! you guess who I mean, Frank?
Not I, indeed, answered Tunstall. Scotch Janet, I suppose, the laundress.
Off with Janet in her own bucking-basket! No, no, no! You blind buzzard, do you not know I mean pretty Mrs. Marget?
Umph! answered Tunstall, dryly.
A flash of anger, not unmingled with suspicion, shot from Jenkins keen black eyes.
Umph! and what signifies umph? I am not the first prentice has married his masters daughter, I suppose?
They kept their own secret, I fancy, said Tunstall, at least till they were out of their time.
I tell you what it is, Frank, answered Jenkin, sharply, that may be the fashion of you gentlefolks, that are taught from your biggin to carry two faces under the same hood, but it shall never be mine.
There are the stairs, then, said Tunstall, coolly; go up and ask Mrs. Marget of our master just now, and see what sort of a face he will wear under his hood.
No, I wonnot, answered Jenkin; I am not such a fool as that neither. But I will take my own time; and all the Counts in Cumberland shall not cut my comb, and this is that which you may depend upon.
Francis made no reply; and they resumed their usual attention to the business of the shop, and their usual solicitations to the passengers.
CHAPTER III
Bobadil. I pray you, possess no gallant of your acquaintance with a knowledge of my lodging. Master Matthew. Who, I, sir? Lord, sir! Ben Jonson.
The next morning found Nigel Olifaunt, the young Lord of Glenvarloch, seated, sad and solitary, in his little apartment, in the mansion of John Christie, the ship-chandler; which that honest tradesman, in gratitude perhaps to the profession from which he derived his chief support, appeared to have constructed as nearly as possible upon the plan of a ships cabin.
It was situated near to Pauls Wharf, at the end of one of those intricate and narrow lanes, which, until that part of the city was swept away by the Great Fire in 1666, constituted an extraordinary labyrinth of small, dark, damp, and unwholesome streets and alleys, in one corner or other of which the plague was then as surely found lurking, as in the obscure corners of Constantinople in our own time. But John Christies house looked out upon the river, and had the advantage, therefore, of free air, impregnated, however, with the odoriferous fumes of the articles in which the ship-chandler dealt, with the odour of pitch, and the natural scent of the ooze and sludge left by the reflux of the tide.
Upon the whole, except that his dwelling did not float with the flood-tide, and become stranded with the ebb, the young lord was nearly as comfortably accommodated as he was while on board the little trading brig from the long town of Kirkaldy, in Fife, by which he had come a passenger to London. He received, however, every attention which could be paid him by his honest landlord, John Christie; for Richie Moniplies had not thought it necessary to preserve his masters incognito so completely, but that the honest ship-chandler could form a guess that his guests quality was superior to his appearance.
As for Dame Nelly, his wife, a round, buxom, laughter-loving dame, with black eyes, a tight well-laced bodice, a green apron, and a red petticoat edged with a slight silver lace, and judiciously shortened so as to show that a short heel, and a tight clean ankle, rested upon her well-burnished shoe, she, of course, felt interest in a young man, who, besides being very handsome, good-humoured, and easily satisfied with the accommodations her house afforded, was evidently of a rank, as well as manners, highly superior to the skippers (or Captains, as they called themselves) of merchant vessels, who were the usual tenants of the apartments which she let to hire; and at whose departure she was sure to find her well-scrubbed floor soiled with the relics of tobacco, (which, spite of King Jamess Counterblast, was then forcing itself into use,) and her best curtains impregnated with the odour of Geneva and strong waters, to Dame Nellys great indignation; for, as she truly said, the smell of the shop and warehouse was bad enough without these additions.
But all Mr. Olifaunts habits were regular and cleanly, and his address, though frank and simple, showed so much of the courtier and gentleman, as formed a strong contrast with the loud halloo, coarse jests, and boisterous impatience of her maritime inmates. Dame Nelly saw that her guest was melancholy also, notwithstanding his efforts to seem contented and cheerful; and, in short, she took that sort of interest in him, without being herself aware of the extent, which an unscrupulous gallant might have been tempted to improve to the prejudice of honest John, who was at least a score of years older than his helpmate. Olifaunt, however, had not only other matters to think of, but would have regarded such an intrigue, had the idea ever occurred to him, as an abominable and ungrateful encroachment upon the laws of hospitality, his religion having been by his late father formed upon the strict principles of the national faith, and his morality upon those of the nicest honour. He had not escaped the predominant weakness of his country, an overweening sense of the pride of birth, and a disposition to value the worth and consequence of others according to the number and the fame of their deceased ancestors; but this pride of family was well subdued, and in general almost entirely concealed, by his good sense and general courtesy.
Such as we have described him, Nigel Olifaunt, or rather the young Lord Glenvarloch, was, when our narrative takes him up, under great perplexity respecting the fate of his trusty and only follower, Richard Moniplies, who had been dispatched by his young master, early the preceding morning, as far as the court at Westminster, but had not yet returned. His evening adventures the reader is already acquainted with, and so far knows more of Richie than did his master, who had not heard of him for twenty-four hours.
Dame Nelly Christie, in the meantime, regarded her guest with some anxiety, and a great desire to comfort him, if possible. She placed on the breakfast-table a noble piece of cold powdered beef, with its usual guards of turnip and carrot, recommended her mustard as coming direct from her cousin at Tewkesbury, and spiced the toast with her own hands and with her own hands, also, drew a jug of stout and nappy ale, all of which were elements of the substantial breakfast of the period.
When she saw that her guests anxiety prevented him from doing justice to the good cheer which she set before him, she commenced her career of verbal consolation with the usual volubility of those women in her station, who, conscious of good looks, good intentions, and good lungs, entertain no fear either of wearying themselves or of fatiguing their auditors.
Now, what the good year! are we to send you down to Scotland as thin as you came up? I am sure it would be contrary to the course of nature. There was my goodmans father, old Sandie Christie, I have heard he was an atomy when he came up from the North, and I am sure he died, Saint Barnaby was ten years, at twenty stone weight. I was a bare-headed girl at the time, and lived in the neighbourhood, though I had little thought of marrying John then, who had a score of years the better of me but he is a thriving man and a kind husband and his father, as I was saying, died as fat as a church-warden. Well, sir, but I hope I have not offended you for my little joke and I hope the ale is to your honours liking, and the beef and the mustard?
All excellent all too good, answered Olifaunt; you have every thing so clean and tidy, dame, that I shall not know how to live when I go back to my own country if ever I go back there.
This was added as it seemed involuntarily, and with a deep sigh.
I warrant your honour go back again if you like it, said the dame: unless you think rather of taking a pretty well-dowered English lady, as some of your countryfolk have done. I assure you, some of the best of the city have married Scotsmen. There was Lady Trebleplumb, Sir Thomas Trebleplumb the great Turkey merchants widow, married Sir Awley Macauley, whom your honour knows, doubtless; and pretty Mistress Doublefee, old Sergeant Doublefees daughter, jumped out of window, and was married at May-fair to a Scotsman with a hard name; and old Pitchpost the timber merchants daughters did little better, for they married two Irishmen; and when folks jeer me about having a Scotsman for lodger, meaning your honour, I tell them they are afraid of their daughters and their mistresses; and sure I have a right to stand up for the Scots, since John Christie is half a Scotsman, and a thriving man, and a good husband, though there is a score of years between us; and so I would have your honour cast care away, and mend your breakfast with a morsel and a draught.
At a word, my kind hostess, I cannot, said Olifaunt; I am anxious about this knave of mine, who has been so long absent in this dangerous town of yours.
It may be noticed in passing that Dame Nellys ordinary mode of consolation was to disprove the existence of any cause for distress; and she is said to have carried this so far as to comfort a neighbour, who had lost her husband, with the assurance that the dear defunct would be better to-morrow, which perhaps might not have proved an appropriate, even if it had been a possible, mode of relief.
On this occasion she denied stoutly that Richie had been absent altogether twenty hours; and as for people being killed in the streets of London, to be sure two men had been found in Tower-ditch last week, but that was far to the east, and the other poor man that had his throat cut in the fields, had met his mishap near by Islington; and he that was stabbed by the young Templar in a drunken frolic, by Saint Clements in the Strand, was an Irishman. All which evidence she produced to show that none of these casualties had occurred in a case exactly parallel with that of Richie, a Scotsman, and on his return from Westminster.
My better comfort is, my good dame, answered Olifaunt, that the lad is no brawler or quarreller, unless strongly urged, and that he has nothing valuable about him to any one but me.
Your honour speaks very well, retorted the inexhaustible hostess, who protracted her task of taking away, and putting to rights, in order that she might prolong her gossip. Ill uphold Master Moniplies to be neither reveller nor brawler, for if he liked such things, he might be visiting and junketing with the young folks about here in the neighbourhood, and he never dreams of it; and when I asked the young man to go as far as my gossips, Dame Drinkwater, to taste a glass of aniseed, and a bit of the groaning cheese, for Dame Drinkwater has had twins, as I told your honour, sir, and I meant it quite civilly to the young man, but he chose to sit and keep house with John Christie; and I dare say there is a score of years between them, for your honours servant looks scarce much older than I am. I wonder what they could have to say to each other. I asked John Christie, but he bid me go to sleep.
If he comes not soon, said his master, I will thank you to tell me what magistrate I can address myself to; for besides my anxiety for the poor fellows safety, he has papers of importance about him.
O! your honour may be assured he will be back in a quarter of an hour, said Dame Nelly; he is not the lad to stay out twenty-four hours at a stretch. And for the papers, I am sure your honour will pardon him for just giving me a peep at the corner, as I was giving him a small cup, not so large as my thimble, of distilled waters, to fortify his stomach against the damps, and it was directed to the Kings Most Excellent Majesty; and so doubtless his Majesty has kept Richie out of civility to consider of your honours letter, and send back a fitting reply.
Dame Nelly here hit by chance on a more available topic of consolation than those she had hitherto touched upon; for the youthful lord had himself some vague hopes that his messenger might have been delayed at Court until a fitting and favourable answer should be dispatched back to him. Inexperienced, however, in public affairs as he certainly was, it required only a moments consideration to convince him of the improbability of an expectation so contrary to all he had heard of etiquette, as well as the dilatory proceedings in a court suit, and he answered the good-natured hostess with a sigh, that he doubted whether the king would even look on the paper addressed to him, far less take it into his immediate consideration.
Now, out upon you for a faint-hearted gentleman! said the good dame; and why should he not do as much for us as our gracious Queen Elizabeth? Many people say this and that about a queen and a king, but I think a king comes more natural to us English folks; and this good gentleman goes as often down by water to Greenwich, and employs as many of the barge-men and water-men of all kinds; and maintains, in his royal grace, John Taylor, the water-poet, who keeps both a sculler and a pair of oars. And he has made a comely Court at Whitehall, just by the river; and since the king is so good a friend to the Thames, I cannot see, if it please your honour, why all his subjects, and your honour in specialty, should not have satisfaction by his hands.