Catriona

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But the time was not long to

wait. I heard her step pass overhead, and saw her on the stair.

This she descended very quietly, and greeted me with a pale face

and a certain seeming of earnestness, or uneasiness, in her manner

that extremely dashed me.

"My father, James More, will be here soon. He will be very pleased

to see you," she said. And then of a sudden her face flamed, her

eyes lightened, the speech stopped upon her lips; and I made sure

she had observed the kerchief. It was only for a breath that she

was discomposed; but methought it was with a new animation that she

turned to welcome Alan. "And you will be his friend, Alan Breck?"

she cried. "Many is the dozen times I will have heard him tell of

you; and I love you already for all your bravery and goodness."

"Well, well," says Alan, holding her hand in his and viewing her,

"and so this is the young lady at the last of it! David, ye're an

awful poor hand of a description."

I do not know that ever I heard him speak so straight to people's

hearts; the sound of his voice was like song.

"What? will he have been describing me?" she cried.

"Little else of it since I ever came out of France!" says he,

"forby a bit of a speciment one night in Scotland in a shaw of wood

by Silvermills. But cheer up, my dear! ye're bonnier than what he

said. And now there's one thing sure; you and me are to be a pair

of friends. I'm a kind of a henchman to Davie here; I'm like a

tyke at his heels; and whatever he cares for, I've got to care for

too--and by the holy airn! they've got to care for me! So now you

can see what way you stand with Alan Breck, and ye'll find ye'll

hardly lose on the transaction. He's no very bonnie, my dear, but

he's leal to them he loves."

"I thank you from my heart for your good words," said she. "I have

that honour for a brave, honest man that I cannot find any to be

answering with."

Using travellers' freedom, we spared to wait for James More, and

sat down to meat, we threesome. Alan had Catriona sit by him and

wait upon his wants: he made her drink first out of his glass, he

surrounded her with continual kind gallantries, and yet never gave

me the most small occasion to be jealous; and he kept the talk so

much in his own hand, and that in so merry a note, that neither she

nor I remembered to be embarrassed. If any had seen us there, it

must have been supposed that Alan was the old friend and I the

stranger. Indeed, I had often cause to love and to admire the man,

but I never loved or admired him better than that night; and I

could not help remarking to myself (what I was sometimes rather in

danger of forgetting) that he had not only much experience of life,

but in his own way a great deal of natural ability besides. As for

Catriona, she seemed quite carried away; her laugh was like a peal

of bells, her face gay as a May morning; and I own, although I was

well pleased, yet I was a little sad also, and thought myself a

dull, stockish character in comparison of my friend, and very unfit

to come into a young maid's life, and perhaps ding down her gaiety.

But if that was like to be my part, I found that at least I was not

alone in it; for, James More returning suddenly, the girl was

changed into a piece of stone. Through the rest of that evening,

until she made an excuse and slipped to bed, I kept an eye upon her

without cease; and I can bear testimony that she never smiled,

scarce spoke, and looked mostly on the board in front of her. So

that I really marvelled to see so much devotion (as it used to be)

changed into the very sickness of hate.

Of James More it is unnecessary to say much; you know the man

already, what there was to know of him; and I am weary of writing

out his lies. Enough that he drank a great deal, and told us very

little that was to any possible purpose. As for the business with

Alan, that was to be reserved for the morrow and his private

hearing.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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