"'L'opere sue non furon leonine, ma di volpe.'"The man in black sat silent for a considerable time, and at length answered in rather a faltering voice, "I was not prepared for this; you have frequently surprised me by your knowledge of things which I should never have expected any person of your appearance to be acquainted with, but that you should be aware of my name is a circumstance utterly incomprehensible to me.I had imagined that no person in England was acquainted with it; indeed, I don't see how any person should be, I have revealed it to no one, not being particularly proud of it.Yes, I acknowledge that my name is Fraser, and that I am of the blood of that family or clan, of which the rector of our college once said, that he was firmly of opinion that every individual member was either rogue or fool.I was born at Madrid, of pure, OIME, Fraser blood.My parents, at an early age, took me to -, where they shortly died, not, however, before they had placed me in the service of a cardinal, with whom I continued for some years, and who, when he had no further occasion for me, sent me to the college, in the left-hand cloister of which, as you enter, rest the bones of Sir John -; there, in studying logic and humane letters, I lost whatever of humanity I had retained when discarded by the cardinal.Let me not, however, forget two points, - I am a Fraser, it is true, but not a Flannagan;I may bear the vilest name of Britain, but not of Ireland; Iwas bred up at the English house, and there is at - a house for the education of bogtrotters; I was not bred up at that;beneath the lowest gulf, there is one yet lower; whatever my blood may be, it is at least not Irish; whatever my education may have been, I was not bred at the Irish seminary - on those accounts I am thankful - yes, PER DIO! I am thankful.
After some years at college - but why should I tell you my history? you know it already perfectly well, probably much better than myself.I am now a missionary priest, labouring in heretic England, like Parsons and Garnet of old, save and except that, unlike them, I run no danger, for the times are changed.As I told you before, I shall cleave to Rome - Imust; NO HAY REMEDIO, as they say at Madrid, and I will do my best to further her holy plans - he! he! - but I confess Ibegin to doubt of their being successful here - you put me out; old Fraser, of Lovat! I have heard my father talk of him; he had a gold-headed cane, with which he once knocked my grandfather down -he was an astute one, but, as you say, mistaken, particularly in himself.I have read his life by Arbuthnot, it is in the library of our college.Farewell! Ishall come no more to this dingle - to come would be of no utility; I shall go and labour elsewhere, though - how you came to know my name, is a fact quite inexplicable -farewell! to you both."
He then arose; and without further salutation departed from the dingle, in which I never saw him again."How, in the name of wonder, came you to know that man's name?" said Belle, after he had been gone some time.
"I, Belle? I knew nothing of the fellow's name, I assure you.""But you mentioned his name."
"If I did, it was merely casually, by way of illustration.Iwas saying how frequently cunning people were mistaken in their calculations, and I adduced the case of old Fraser, of Lovat, as one in point; I brought forward his name, because Iwas well acquainted with his history, from having compiled and inserted it in a wonderful work, which I edited some months ago, entitled 'Newgate Lives and Trials,' but without the slightest idea that it was the name of him who was sitting with us; he, however, thought that I was aware of his name.Belle! Belle! for a long time I doubted the truth of Scripture, owing to certain conceited individuals, but now Ibegin to believe firmly; what wonderful texts are in Scripture, Belle; 'The wicked trembleth where - where - '""'They were afraid where no fear was; thou hast put them to confusion, because God hath despised them,'" said Belle; "Ihave frequently read it before the clergyman in the great house of Long Melford.But if you did not know the man's name, why let him go away supposing that you did?""Oh, if he was fool enough to make such a mistake, I was not going to undeceive him - no, no! Let the enemies of old England make the most of all their blunders and mistakes, they will have no help from me; but enough of the fellow, Belle; let us now have tea, and after that - ""No Armenian," said Belle; "but I want to ask a question:
pray are all people of that man's name either rogues or fools?""It is impossible for me to say, Belle, this person being the only one of the name I have ever personally known.I suppose there are good and bad, clever and foolish, amongst them, as amongst all large bodies of people; however, after the tribe had been governed for upwards of thirty years, by such a person as old Fraser, it were no wonder if the greater part had become either rogues or fools: he was a ruthless tyrant, Belle, over his own people, and by his cruelty and rapaciousness must either have stunned them into an apathy approaching to idiotcy, or made them artful knaves in their own defence.The qualities of parents are generally transmitted to their descendants - the progeny of trained pointers are almost sure to point, even without being taught:
if, therefore, all Frasers are either rogues or fools, as this person seems to insinuate, it is little to be wondered at, their parents or grandparents having been in the training-school of old Fraser! But enough of the old tyrant and his slaves.Belle, prepare tea this moment, or dread my anger.I have not a gold-headed cane like old Fraser of Lovat, but I have, what some people would dread much more, an Armenian rune-stick."
