robert falconer- 第3部分

for　crappit　heids；　and　I'll　sen'　't　back　safe　the　morn's　mornin'。

Rin；　noo。'



This　commission　fell　in　admirably　with　Robert's　plans；　and　he

started　at　once。









CHAPTER　III。



THE　BOAR'S　HEAD。



Miss　Napier　was　the　eldest　of　three　maiden　sisters　who　kept　the

principal　hostelry　of　Rothieden；　called　The　Boar's　Head；　from　which；

as　Robert　reached　the　square　in　the　dusk；　the　mail…coach　was　moving

away　with　a　fresh　quaternion　of　horses。　　He　found　a　good　many　boxes

standing　upon　the　pavement　close　by　the　archway　that　led　to　the

inn…yard；　and　around　them　had　gathered　a　group　of　loungers；　not　too

cold　to　be　interested。　　These　were　looking　towards　the　windows　of

the　inn；　where　the　owner　of　the　boxes　had　evidently　disappeared。



'Saw　ye　ever　sic　a　sicht　in　oor　toon　afore！'　said　Dooble　Sanny；　as

people　generally　called　him；　his　name　being　Alexander　Alexander；

pronounced；　by　those　who　chose　to　speak　of　him　with　the　ordinary

respect　due　from　one　mortal　to　another；　Sandy　Elshender。　　Double

Sandy　was　a　soutar；　or　shoemaker；　remarkable　for　his　love　of　sweet

sounds　and　whisky。　　He　was；　besides；　the　town…crier；　who　went　about

with　a　drum　at　certain　hours　of　the　morning　and　evening；　like　a

perambulating　clock；　and　also　made　public　announcements　of　sales；

losses；　&c。；　for　the　resta　fierce；　fighting　fellow　when　in　anger

or　in　drink；　which　latter　included　the　former。



'What's　the　sicht；　Sandy？'　asked　Robert；　coming　up　with　his　hands　in

the　pockets　of　his　trowsers。



'Sic　a　sicht　as　ye　never　saw；　man；'　returned　Sandy；　'the　bonniest

leddy　ever　man　set　his　ee　upo'。　　I　culd　na　hae　thocht　there　had　been

sic　a　woman　i'　this　warl'。'



'Hoot；　Sandy！'　said　Robert；　'a　body　wad　think　she　was　tint　（lost）

and　ye　had　the　cryin'　o'　her。　　Speyk　laicher；　man；　she'll　maybe　hear

ye。　　Is　she　i'　the　inn　there？'



'Ay　is　she；'　answered　Sandy。　'See　sic　a　warl'　o'　kists　as　she's

brocht　wi'　her；'　he　continued；　pointing　towards　the　pile　of　luggage。

'Saw　ye　ever　sic　a　bourach　（heap）？　　It　jist　blecks　（beats）　me　to

think　what　ae　body　can　du　wi'　sae　mony　kists。　　For　I　mayna　doobt　but

there's　something　or　ither　in　ilka　ane　o'　them。　　Naebody　wad　carry

aboot　toom　（empty）　kists　wi'　them。　　I　cannot　mak'　it　oot。'



The　boxes　might　well　surprise　Sandy；　if　we　may　draw　any　conclusions

from　the　fact　that　the　sole　implement　of　personal　adornment　which　he

possessed　was　two　inches　of　a　broken　comb；　for　which　he　had　to

search　when　he　happened　to　want　it；　in　the　drawer　of　his　stool；

among　awls；　lumps　of　rosin　for　his　violin；　masses　of　the　same

substance　wrought　into　shoemaker's　wax　for　his　ends；　and　packets　of

boar's　bristles；　commonly　called　birse；　for　the　same。



'Are　thae　a'　ae　body's？'　asked　Robert。



'Troth　are　they。　　They're　a'　hers；　I　wat。　　Ye　wad　hae　thocht　she　had

been　gaein'　to　The　Bothie；　but　gin　she　had　been　that；　there　wad　hae

been　a　cairriage　to　meet　her；'　said　Crookit　Caumill；　the　ostler。



The　Bothie　was　the　name　facetiously　given　by　Alexander；　Baron

Rothie；　son　of　the　Marquis　of　Boarshead；　to　a　house　he　had　built　in

the　neighbourhood；　chiefly　for　the　accommodation　of　his　bachelor

friends　from　London　during　the　shooting…season。



'Haud　yer　tongue；　Caumill；'　said　the　shoemaker。　'She's　nae　sic

cattle；　yon。'



'Haud　up　the　bit　bowat　（stable…lantern）；　man；　and　lat　Robert　here

see　the　direction　upo'　them。　　Maybe　he'll　mak'　something　o't。　　He's

a　fine　scholar；　ye　ken；'　said　another　of　the　bystanders。



The　ostler　held　the　lantern　to　the　card　upon　one　of　the　boxes；　but

Robert　found　only　an　M。；　followed　by　something　not　very　definite；

and　a　J。；　which　might　have　been　an　I。；　Rothieden；　Driftshire；

Scotland。



As　he　was　not　immediate　with　his　answer；　Peter　Lumley；　one　of　the

group；　a　lazy　ne'er…do…weel；　who　had　known　better　days；　but　never

better　manners；　and　was　seldom　quite　drunk；　and　seldomer　still　quite

sober；　struck　in　with；



'Ye　dinna　ken　a'　thing　yet；　ye　see；　Robbie。'



》From　Sandy　this　would　have　been　nothing　but　a　good…humoured　attempt

at　facetiousness。　　From　Lumley　it　meant　spite；　because　Robert's

praise　was　in　his　ears。



'I　dinna　preten'　to　ken　ae　hair　mair　than　ye　do　yersel'；　Mr。　Lumley；

and　that's　nae　sayin'　muckle；　surely；'　returned　Robert；　irritated　at

his　tone　more　than　at　his　words。



The　bystanders　laughed；　and　Lumley　flew　into　a　rage。



'Haud　yer　ill　tongue；　ye　brat；'　he　said。　'Wha'　are　ye　to　mak'　sic

remarks　upo'　yer　betters？　　A'body　kens　yer　gran'father　was　naething

but　the　blin'　piper　o'　Portcloddie。'



This　was　news　to　Robertprobably　false；　considering　the　quarter

whence　it　came。　　But　his　mother…wit　did　not　forsake　him。



'Weel；　Mr。　Lumley；'　he　answered；　'didna　he　pipe　weel？　　Daur　ye　tell

me　'at　he　didna　pipe　weel？as　weel's　ye　cud　hae　dune　't　yersel'；

noo；　Mr。　Lumley？'



The　laugh　again　rose　at　Lumley's　expense；　who　was　well　known　to　have

tried　his　hand　at　most　things；　and　succeeded　in　nothing。　　Dooble

Sanny　was　especially　delighted。



'De'il　hae　ye　for　a　de'il's　brat！　'At　I　suld　sweer！'　was　all

Lumley's　reply；　as　he　sought　to　conceal　his　mortification　by

attempting　to　join　in　the　laugh　against　himself。　　Robert　seized　the

opportunity　of　turning　away　and　entering　the　house。



'That　ane's　no　to　be　droont　or　brunt　aither；'　said　Lumley；　as　he

disappeared。



'He'll　no　be　hang't　for　closin'　your　mou'；　Mr。　Lumley；'　said　the

shoemaker。



Thereupon　Lumley　turned　and　followed　Robert　into　the　inn。



Robert　had　delivered　his　message　to　Miss　Napier；　who　sat　in　an

arm…chair　by　the　fire；　in　a　little　comfortable　parlour；　held　sacred

by　all　about　the　house。　　She　was　paralytic；　and　unable　to　attend　to

her　guests　further　than　by　giving　orders　when　anything　especial　was

referred　to　her　decision。　　She　was　an　old　ladynearly　as　old　as

Mrs。　Falconerand　wore　glasses；　but　they　could　not　conceal　the

kindness　of　her　kindly　eyes。　　Probably　from　giving　less　heed　to　a

systematic　theology；　she　had　nothing　of　that　sternness　which　first

struck　a　stranger　on　seeing　Robert's　grandmother。　　But　then　she　did

not　know　what　it　was　to　be　contradicted；　and　if　she　had　been

married；　and　had　had　sons；　perhaps　a　sternness　not　dissimilar　might

have　shown　itself　in　her　nature。



'Noo　ye　maunna　gang　awa'　till　ye　get　something；'　she　said；　after

taking　the　receipt　in　request　from　a　drawer　within　her　reach；　and

laying　it　upon　the　table。　　But　ere　she　could　ring　the　bell　which

stood　by　her　side；　one　of　her　servants　came　in。



'Please；　mem；'　she　said；　'Miss　Letty　and　Miss　Lizzy's　seein'　efter

the　bonny　leddy；　and　sae　I　maun　come　to　you。'



'Is　she　a'　that　bonny；　Meg？'　asked　her　mistress。



'Na；　na；　she's　nae　sae　fearsome　bonny；　but　Miss　Letty's　unco　ta'en

wi'　her；　ye　ken。　　An'　we　a'　say　as　Miss　Letty　says　i'　this　hoose。

But　that's　no　the　pint。　　Mr。　Lumley's　here；　seekin'　a　gill：　is　he

to　hae't？'



'Has　he　had　eneuch　already；　do　ye　think；　Meg？'



'I　dinna　ken　aboot　eneuch；　mem；　that's　ill　to　mizzer；　but　I　dinna

think　he's　had　ower　muckle。'



'Weel；　lat　him　tak'　it。　　But　dinna　lat　him　sit　doon。'



'Verra　weel；　mem；'　said　Meg；　and　departed。



'What　gars　Mr。　Lumley　say　'at　my　gran'father　was　the　blin'　piper　o'

Portcloddie？　　Can　ye　tell　me；　Miss　Naper？'　asked　Robert。



'Whan　said　he　that；　Robert？'



'Jist　as　I　cam　in。'



Miss　Napier　rang　the　bell。　　Another　maid　appeared。



'Sen'　Meg　here　direckly。'



Meg　came；　her　eyes　full　of　interrogation。



'Dinna　gie　Lumley　a　drap。　　Set　him　up　to　insult　a　young　gentleman　at

my　door…cheek！　　He　s'　no　hae　a　drap　here　the　nicht。　　He　's　had　ower

muckle；　Meg；　already；　an'　ye　oucht　to　hae　seen　that。'



''Deed；　mem；　he　's　had　mair　than　ower　muckle；　than；　for　there's

anither　gill　ower　the　thrapple　o'　'm。　　I　div　my　best；　mem；　but；

never　tastin'　mysel'；　I　canna　aye　tell　hoo　muckle　's　i'　the　wame　o'

a'　body　'at　comes　in。'



'Ye're　no　fit　for　the　place；　Meg；　that's　a　fac'。'



At　this　charge　Meg　took　no　offence；　for　she　had　been　in　the　place

for　twenty　years。　　And　both　mistress　and　maid　laughed　the　moment

they　parted　company。



'Wha's　this　'at's　come　the　nicht；　Miss　Naper；　'at　they're　sae　ta'en

wi'？'　asked　Robert。



'Atweel；　I　dinna　ken　yet。　　She's　ower　bonnie　by　a'　accoonts　to　be

gaein'　about　her　lane　（alone）。　　It's　a　mercy　the　baron's　no　at　hame。

I　wad　hae　to　lock　her　up　wi'　the　forks　and　spunes。'



'What　for　that？'　asked　Robert。



But　Miss　Napier　vouchsafed　no　further　explanation。　　She　stuffed　his

pockets　with　sweet　biscuits　instead；　dismissed　him　in　haste；　and

rang　the　bell。



'Meg；　whaur　hae　they　putten　the　stranger…leddy？'



'She's　no　gaein'　to　bide　at　our　hoose；　mem。'



'What　say　ye；　lass？　　She's　never　gaein'　ower　to　Lucky　Happit's；　is

she？'



'Ow　na；　mem。　　She's　a　leddy；　ilka　inch　o'　her。　　But　she's　some　sib

（relation）　to　the　auld　captain；　and　she's　gaein'　doon　the　street　as

sune's　Caumill's　ready　to　tak　her　bit　boxes　i'　the　barrow。　　But　I

doobt　there'll　be　maist　three　barrowfu's　o'　them。'



'Atweel。　　Ye　can　gang。'









CHAPTER　IV。



SHARGAR。



Robert　went　out　into　the　thin　drift；　and　again　crossing　the　wide

desolate…looking　square；　turned　down　an　entry　leading　to　a　kind　of

court；　which　had　once　been　inhabited　by　a　well…to…do　class　of　the

townspeople；　but　had　now　fallen　in　estimation。　　Upon　a　stone　at　the

door　of　what　seemed　an　outhouse　he　discovered　the　object　of　his

search。



'What　are　ye　sittin'　there　for；　Shargar？'



Shargar　is　a　word　of　Gaelic　origin；　applied；　with　some　sense　of　the

ridiculous；　to　a　thin；　wasted；　dried…up　creature。　　In　the　present

case　it　was　the　nickname　by　which　the　boy　was　known　at　school；　and；

indeed；　where　he　was　known　at　all。



'What　are　ye　sittin'　there　for；　Shargar？　　Did　naebody　offer　to　tak

ye　in？'



'Na；　nane　o'　them。　　I　think　they　maun　be　a'　i'　their　beds。　　I'm　most

dreidfu'　cauld。'



The　fact　was；　that　Sharga