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I COME TO MR. RANKEILLOR
The next day it was agreed that Alan should fend for himself till sunset; but as soon as it began to grow dark, he should lie in the fields by the roadside near to Newhalls, and stir for naught until he heard me whistling. At first I proposed I should give him for a signal the "Bonnie House of Airlie," which was a favourite of mine; but he objected that as the piece was very commonly known, any ploughman might whistle it by accident; and taught me instead a little fragment of a Highland air, which has run in my head from that day to this, and will likely run in my head when I lie dying. Every time it comes to me, it takes me off to that last day of my uncertainty, with Alan sitting up in the bottom of the den, whistling and beating the measure with a finger, and the grey of the dawn coming on his face.
I was in the long street of Queensferry before the sun was up. It was a fairly built burgh, the houses of good stone, many slated; the town-hall not so fine, I thought, as that of Peebles, nor yet the street so noble; but take it altogether, it put me to shame for my foul tatters.
As the morning went on, and the
fires began to be
kindled, and the windows to open, and the people to appear out of the
concern and despondency grew ever the blacker. I saw now that I had no
to stand upon; and no clear proof of my rights, nor so much as of my
identity. If it was all a bubble, I was indeed sorely cheated and left
in a sore
pass. Even if
things were as I
conceived, it would in all likelihood take time to establish my
what time had I to spare with less than three shillings in my pocket,
condemned, hunted man upon my hands to ship out of the country?
Truly, if my hope broke with me, it might come to
the gallows yet for
both of us. And as I continued to walk up and down, and saw people
askance at me upon the street or out of windows, and nudging or
speaking one to
another with smiles, I began to take a fresh apprehension: that it
might be no
easy matter even to come to speech of the lawyer, far less to convince
him of my
For the life of me I could not muster up the courage to address any of these reputable burghers; I thought shame even to speak with them in such a pickle of rags and dirt; and if I had asked for the house of such a man as Mr. Rankeillor, I suppose they would have burst out laughing in my face. So I went up and down, and through the street, and down to the harbour-side, like a dog that has lost its master, with a strange gnawing in my inwards, and every now and then a movement of despair. It grew to be high day at last, perhaps nine in the forenoon; and I was worn with these wanderings, and chanced to have stopped in front of a very good house on the landward side, a house with beautiful, clear glass windows, flowering knots upon the sills, the walls new-harled and a chase-dog sitting yawning on the step like one that was at home. Well, I was even envying this dumb brute, when the door fell open and there issued forth a shrewd, ruddy, kindly, consequential man in a well-powdered wig and spectacles. I was in such a plight that no one set eyes on me once, but he looked at me again; and this gentleman, as it proved, was so much struck with my poor appearance that he came straight up to me and asked me what I did.
I told him I was come to the
Queensferry on business,
and taking heart of grace, asked him to direct me to the house of Mr.
"Why," said he, "that is his house
that I have just come out of; and for a rather singular chance, I am
"Then, sir," said I, "I have to beg the favour of an interview."
"I do not know your name," said he,
"nor yet your face."
"My name is David Balfour," said I.
"David Balfour?" he repeated, in
high tone, like one surprised. "And
where have you come from, Mr. David Balfour?" he asked, looking me
drily in the face.
"I have come from a great many strange places, sir," said I; "but I think it would be as well to tell you where and how in a more private manner."
He seemed to muse awhile, holding his lip in his hand, and looking now at me and now upon the causeway of the street.
"Yes," says he, "that will be the best, no doubt." And he led me back with him into his house, cried out to some one whom I could not see that he would be engaged all morning, and brought me into a little dusty chamber full of books and documents. Here he sate down, and bade me be seated; though I thought he looked a little ruefully from his clean chair to my muddy rags. "And now," says he, "if you have any business, pray be brief and come swiftly to the point. Nec gemino bellum Trojanum orditur ab ovo — do you understand that?" says he, with a keen look.
"I will even do as Horace says, sir," I answered, smiling, "and carry you in medias res." He nodded as if he was well pleased, and indeed his scrap of Latin had been set to test me. For all that, and though I was somewhat encouraged, the blood came in my face when I added: "I have reason to believe myself some rights on the estate of Shaws."
He got a paper book out of a drawer
and set it before
him open. "Well?" said he.
But I had shot my bolt and sat speechless.
"Come, come, Mr. Balfour," said he, "you must continue. Where were you born?"
"In Essendean, sir," said I, "the year 1733, the 12th of March."
He seemed to follow this statement in his paper book; but what that meant I knew not. "Your father and mother?" said he.
"My father was Alexander Balfour, schoolmaster of that place," said I, "and my mother Grace Pitarrow; I think her people were from Angus."
"Have you any papers proving your
identity?" asked Mr. Rankeillor.
"No, sir," said I, "but they are in the hands of Mr. Campbell, the minister, and could be readily produced. Mr. Campbell, too, would give me his word; and for that matter, I do not think my uncle would deny me."
"Meaning Mr. Ebenezer Balfour?" says he.
"The same," said I.
"Whom you have seen?" he asked.
"By whom I was received into his
house," I answered.
"Did you ever meet a man of the
Hoseason?" asked Mr. Rankeillor.
"I did so, sir, for my sins," said
"for it was by his means and the procurement of my uncle, that I was
kidnapped within sight of this town, carried to sea, suffered shipwreck
hundred other hardships, and stand before you to-day in this poor
"You say you were shipwrecked,"
Rankeillor; "where was that?"
"Off the south end of the Isle of
said I. "The name of the isle on which I was cast up is the Island
"Ah!" says he, smiling, "you are
deeper than me in the geography. But so far, I may tell you, this
exactly with other informations that I hold. But you say you were
"In the plain meaning of the word, sir," said I. "I was on my way to your house, when I was trepanned on board the brig, cruelly struck down, thrown below, and knew no more of anything till we were far at sea. I was destined for the plantations; a fate that, in God's providence, I have escaped."
"The brig was lost on June the 27th," says he, looking in his book," and we are now at August the 24th. Here is a considerable hiatus, Mr. Balfour, of near upon two months. It has already caused a vast amount of trouble to your friends; and I own I shall not be very well contented until it is set right."
"Indeed, sir," said I, "these
are very easily filled up; but yet before I told my story, I would be
know that I was talking to a friend."
"This is to argue in a circle,"
lawyer. "I cannot
till I have heard you. I
your friend till I am properly informed.
you were more trustful, it would better befit your time of life.
And you know, Mr. Balfour, we have a proverb in the
evil-doers are aye evil-dreaders."
"You are not to forget, sir," said I, "that I have already suffered by my trustfulness; and was shipped off to be a slave by the very man that (if I rightly understand) is your employer?"
All this while I had been gaining
ground with Mr.
Rankeillor, and in proportion as I gained ground, gaining confidence.
But at this sally, which I made with something of a
smile myself, he
fairly laughed aloud.
"No, no," said he, "it is not so
as that. Fui, non
I was indeed your uncle's man of business; but while
juvenis custode remoto) were gallivanting in the west, a good deal of
run under the bridges; and if your ears did not sing, it was not for
being talked about. On
the very day
of your sea disaster, Mr. Campbell stalked into my office, demanding
all the winds. I
had never heard of
your existence; but I had known your father; and from matters in my
(to be touched upon hereafter) I was disposed to fear the worst.
Mr. Ebenezer admitted having seen you; declared
(what seemed improbable)
that he had given you considerable sums; and that you had started for
continent of Europe, intending to fulfil your education, which was
praiseworthy. Interrogated how you had come to send no word to Mr.
deponed that you had expressed a great desire to break with your past
Further interrogated where you now were, protested
believed you were in Leyden. That
is a close sum of his replies. I
am not exactly sure that any one believed him,"
continued Mr. Rankeillor with a smile; "and in particular he so much
disrelished me expressions of mine that (in a word) he showed me to the
We were then at a full stand; for whatever shrewd
suspicions we might
entertain, we had no shadow of probation.
the very article, comes Captain Hoseason with the story of your
whereupon all fell through; with no consequences but concern to Mr.
injury to my pocket, and another blot upon your uncle's character,
very ill afford it. And
now, Mr. Balfour," said he, "you understand the
whole process of these matters, and can judge for yourself to what
extent I may
Indeed he was more pedantic than I can represent him, and placed more scraps of Latin in his speech; but it was all uttered with a fine geniality of eye and manner which went far to conquer my distrust. Moreover, I could see he now treated me as if I was myself beyond a doubt; so that first point of my identity seemed fully granted.
"Sir," said I, "if I tell you my
story, I must commit a friend's life to your discretion.
Pass me your word it shall be sacred; and for what
touches myself, I will
ask no better guarantee than just your face."
He passed me his word very
"But," said he, "these are rather alarming
and if there are in your story any little jostles to the law, I would
beg you to
bear in mind that I am a lawyer, and pass lightly."
Thereupon I told him my story from
the first, he
listening with his spectacles thrust up and his eyes closed, so that I
feared he was asleep. But
matter! he heard every word (as I found afterward) with such quickness
hearing and precision of memory as often surprised me.
Even strange outlandish Gaelic names, heard for that
time only, he
remembered and would remind me of, years after.
Yet when I called Alan Breck in full, we had an odd
The name of Alan had of course rung through
Scotland, with the news of
the Appin murder and the offer of the reward; and it had no sooner
than the lawyer moved in his seat and opened his eyes.
"I would name no unnecessary names,
Balfour," said he; "above all of Highlanders, many of whom are
obnoxious to the law."
"Well, it might have been better not," said I, "but since I have let it slip, I may as well continue."
"Not at all," said Mr. Rankeillor.
"I am somewhat dull of hearing, as you may have
remarked; and I am
far from sure I caught the name exactly.
will call your friend, if you please, Mr. Thomson — that there may be
reflections. And in
future, I would
take some such way with any Highlander that you may have to mention —
By this, I saw he must have heard
the name all too
clearly, and had already guessed I might be coming to the murder.
If he chose to play this part of ignorance, it was
no matter of mine; so
I smiled, said it was no very Highland-sounding name, and consented.
Through all the rest of my story Alan was Mr.
Thomson; which amused me
the more, as it was a piece of policy after his own heart.
James Stewart, in like manner, was mentioned under
the style of Mr.
Thomson's kinsman; Colin Campbell passed as a Mr. Glen; and to Cluny,
came to that part of my tale, I gave the name of "Mr. Jameson, a
chief." It was
truly the most
open farce, and I wondered that the lawyer should care to keep it up;
all, it was quite in the taste of that age, when there were two parties
state, and quiet persons, with no very high opinions of their own,
every cranny to avoid offence to either.
"Well, well," said the lawyer, when
quite done, "this is a great epic, a great Odyssey of yours.
You must tell it, sir, in a sound Latinity when your
riper; or in English if you please, though for my part I prefer the
tongue. You have
rolled much; quae
regio in terris — what parish in Scotland (to make a homely
not been filled with your wanderings?
have shown, besides, a singular aptitude for getting into false
yes, upon the whole, for behaving well in them.
This Mr. Thomson seems to me a gentleman of some
choice qualities, though
perhaps a trifle bloody-minded. It would please me none the worse, if
his merits) he were soused in the North Sea, for the man, Mr. David, is
doubtless quite right to adhere to him; indubitably, he adhered to you.
It comes — we may say — he was your true
companion; nor less paribus
curis vestigia figit, for I dare say you would both take an orra
the gallows. Well,
well, these days
are fortunately, by; and I think (speaking humanly) that you are near
the end of
As he thus moralised on my
adventures, he looked upon
me with so much humour and benignity that I could scarce contain my
satisfaction. I had
been so long
wandering with lawless people, and making my bed upon the hills and
bare sky, that to sit once more in a clean, covered house, and to talk
with a gentleman in broadcloth, seemed mighty elevations.
Even as I thought so, my eye fell on my unseemly
tatters, and I was once
more plunged in confusion. But
lawyer saw and understood me. He
rose, called over the stair to lay another plate, for Mr. Balfour would
dinner, and led me into a bedroom in the upper part of the house.
Here he set before me water and soap, and a comb;
and laid out some
clothes that belonged to his son; and here, with another apposite tag,
me to my toilet.