Catriona

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e ourselves with the melancholy tunes of our native mountains,

and by walking up the margin of the sea that lies next to Scotland.

It was better days with me when I lay with five wounds upon my body

on the field of Gladsmuir. I have found employment here in the

haras of a French nobleman, where my experience is valued. But, my

dear Sir, the wages are so exceedingly unsuitable that I would be

ashamed to mention them, which makes your remittances the more

necessary to my daughter's comfort, though I daresay the sight of

old friends would be still better.

"My dear Sir,

"Your affectionate, obedient servant,

"JAMES MACGREGOR DRUMMOND."

Below it began again in the hand of Catriona:-

"Do not be believing him, it is all lies together,--C. M. D."

Not only did she add this postscript, but I think she must have

come near suppressing the letter; for it came long after date, and

was closely followed by the third. In the time betwixt them, Alan

had arrived, and made another life to me with his merry

conversation; I had been presented to his cousin of the Scots-

Dutch, a man that drank more than I could have thought possible and

was not otherwise of interest; I had been entertained to many

jovial dinners and given some myself, all with no great change upon

my sorrow; and we two (by which I mean Alan and myself, and not at

all the cousin) had discussed a good deal the nature of my

relations with James More and his daughter. I was naturally

diffident to give particulars; and this disposition was not anyway

lessened by the nature of Alan's commentary upon those I gave.

"I cannae make heed nor tail of it," he would say, "but it sticks

in my mind ye've made a gowk of yourself. There's few people that

has had more experience than Alan Breck: and I can never call to

mind to have heard tell of a lassie like this one of yours. The

way that you tell it, the thing's fair impossible. Ye must have

made a terrible hash of the business, David."

"There are whiles that I am of the same mind," said I.

"The strange thing is that ye seem to have a kind of fancy for her

too!" said Alan.

"The biggest kind, Alan," said I, "and I think I'll take it to my

grave with me."

"Well, ye beat me, whatever!" he would conclude.

I showed him the letter with Catriona's postscript. "And here

again!" he cried. "Impossible to deny a kind of decency to this

Catriona, and sense forby! As for James More, the man's as boss as

a drum; he's just a wame and a wheen words; though I'll can never

deny that he fought reasonably well at Gladsmuir, and it's true

what he says here about the five wounds. But the loss of him is

that the man's boss."

"Ye see, Alan," said I, "it goes against the grain with me to leave

the maid in such poor hands."

"Ye couldnae weel find poorer," he admitted. "But what are ye to

do with it? It's this way about a man and a woman, ye see, Davie:

The weemenfolk have got no kind of reason to them. Either they

like the man, and then a' goes fine; or else they just detest him,

and ye may spare your breath--ye can do naething. There's just the

two sets of them--them that would sell their coats for ye, and them

that never look the road ye're on. That's a' that there is to

women; and you seem to be such a gomeral that ye cannae tell the

tane frae the tither."

"Well, and I'm afraid that's true for me," said I.

"And yet there's naething easier!" cried Alan. "I could easy learn

ye the science of the thing; but ye seem to me to be born blind,

and there's where the deefficulty comes in."

"And can YOU no help me?" I asked, "you that are so clever at the

trade?"

"Ye see, David, I wasnae here," said he. "I'm like a field officer

that has naebody but blind men for scouts and eclaireurs; and what

would he ken? But it sticks in my mind that ye'll have made some

kind of bauchle; and if I was you I would have a try at her again."

"Would ye so, man Alan?" said I.

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