"Na, sir, nae memorial," answered Dandie "for your honour said before, Mr. Pleydell, ye'll mind, that ye liked best to bear us hill-folk tell our ain tale by word o' mounts""Beshrew my tongue that said so!" answered the counsellor; "it will cost my ears a dinning.--Well, say in two words what you've got to say--you see the gentleman waits.""Ou, sir, if the gentleman likes he may play his ain spring first;it's a' ane to Dandie.""Now, you looby," said the lawyer, "cannot you conceive that your business can be nothing to Colonel Mannering, but that he may not choose to have these great ears of thine regaled with his matters?""Aweel, sir, just as you and he like--so ye see to my business,"said Dandie, not a whit disconcerted by the roughness of this reception. "We're at the auld wark o' the marches again, Jock o'
Dawston Cleugh and me. Ye see we march on the tap o' Touthop Rigg after we pass the Pomoragrains; for the Pomoragrains, and Slackenspool, and Bloodylaws, they come in there, and they belang to the Peel; but after ye pass Pomoragrains at a muckle great saucer-headed cutlugged stane, that they ca' Charlie's Chuckie, there Dawston Cleugh and Charlies-hope they march. Now, I say, the march rins on the tap o' the hill where the wind and water shears;but Jock o' Dawston Cleugh again, he contravenes that, and says, that it hauds down by the auld drove-road that gaes awa by the Knot o' the Gate ower to Keeldar Ward--and that makes an unco [*Uncommon ] difference.""And what difference does it make, friend?" said Pleydell. "How many sheep will it feed?""Ou, no mony," said Dandie, scratching his head, it's lying high and exposed--it may feed a hog, or aiblins [*Perhaps ] twa in a good year.""And for this grazing, which may be worth about five shillings a year, you are willing to throw away a hundred pound or two?""Na, sir, it's no for the value of the grass," replied Dinmont;"it's for justice.""My good friend," said Pleydell, "justice, like charity, should begin at home. Do you justice to your wife and family, and think no more about-the matter."Dinmont still lingered, twisting his hat in his hand-" It's no for that, sir--but I would like ill to be bragged wi' him--he threeps [*Declares ] he'll bring a score o' witnesses and mair--and I'm sure there's as mony will swear for me as for him, folk that lived a' their days upon the Charlies-hope, and wadna like to see the land lose its right.""Zounds, man, if it be a point of honour," said the lawyer, "why don't your landlords take it up?""I dinna ken, sir" (scratching his head again), "there's been nae election-dusts lately, and the lairds are unco neighbourly, and Jock and me canna get them to yoke thegither about it a' that we can say--but if ye thought we might keep up the rent--""No! no! that will never do," said Pleydell,--"confound you, why don't you take good cudgels and settle it?""Odd, sir," answered the farmer, "we tried that three times already--that's twice on the land add ance at Lockerby fair.--But Idinna ken--we're baith gey good at single-stick, and it couldna weel be judged.""Then take broadswords, and be d-d to you, as your fathers did before you," said the counsel learned in the law.
"Aweel, sir, if ye think it wadna be again the law, it's a' ane to Dandie.""Hold! Hold!" exclaimed Pleydell, "we shall have another Lord Soulis' mistake--Pr'ythee, man, comprehend me; I wish you to consider how very trifling and foolish a lawsuit you wish to engage in.""Ay, sir?" said Dandie, in a disappointed tone. "So ye winna take on wi' me, I'm doubting?""Me! not I--go home, go home, take a pint and agree." Dandie looked but half contented, and still remained stationary. "Anything more, my friend?""Only, sir, about the succession of this leddy that's dead, auld Miss Margaret Bertram o' Singleside.""Ay, what about her?" said the counsellor, rather surprised.
"Ou, we have nae connection at a' wi' the Bertrams," said Dandie,--"they were grand folk by the like o' us.--But Jean Liltup, that was auld Singleside's housekeeper, and the mother of these twa young ladies that are gane--the last o' them's dead at a ripe age, I trow--Jean Liltup came out o' Liddel water, and she was as near our connection as second cousin to my mother's half-sister--She drew up wi' Singleside, nae doubt, when she was his housekeeper, and it was a sair vex and grief to a' her kith and kin. But he acknowledged a marriage, and satisfied the kirk--and now I wad ken frae you if we hae not some claim by law?""Not the shadow of a claim.""Aweel, we're nae puirer," said Dandie,--"but she may hae thought on us if she was minded to make a testament.--Weel, sir, I've said my say--I'se e'en wish you good-night, and--"putting his hand in his pocket.
"No, no, my friend; I never take fees on Saturday nights, or without a memorial--away with you, Dandie." And Dandie made his reverence, and departed accordingly.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
But this poor farce has neither truth, nor art, To please the fancy or to touch the heart.
Dark but not awful, dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene, Presents no objects tender or profound, But spreads its cold unmeaning gloom around.
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"Your majesty," said Mannering, laughing, "has solemnised your abdication by an act of mercy and charity--That fellow will scarce think of going to law.""Oh, you are quite wrong," said the experienced lawyer. "The only difference is, I have lost my client and my fee. He'll never rest till he finds somebody to encourage him to commit the folly he has predetermined--No! no! I have only shown you another weakness of my character--I always speak truth of a Saturday night.""And sometimes through the week, I should think," said Mannering, continuing the same tone.
