Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (255 page)

We got a drink of milk from a country wife but new come to the town, and in a baker’s, a piece of excellent, hot, sweet-smelling bread, which we ate upon the road as we went on.  That road from Delft to the Hague is just five miles of a fine avenue shaded with trees, a canal on the one hand, on the other excellent pastures of cattle.  It was pleasant here indeed.

“And now, Davie,” said she, “what will you do with me at all events?”

“It is what we have to speak of,” said I, “and the sooner yet the better.  I can come by money in Leyden; that will be all well.  But the trouble is how to dispose of you until your father come.  I thought last night you seemed a little sweir to part from me?”

“It will be more than seeming then,” said she.

“You are a very young maid,” said I, “and I am but a very young callant.  This is a great piece of difficulty.  What way are we to manage?  Unless indeed, you could pass to be my sister?”

“And what for no?” said she, “if you would let me!”

“I wish you were so, indeed,” I cried.  “I would be a fine man if I had such a sister.  But the rub is that you are Catriona Drummond.”

“And now I will be Catriona Balfour,” she said.  “And who is to ken?  They are all strange folk here.”

“If you think that it would do,” says I.  “I own it troubles me.  I would like it very ill, if I advised you at all wrong.”

“David, I have no friend here but you,” she said.

“The mere truth is, I am too young to be your friend,” said I.  “I am too young to advise you, or you to be advised.  I see not what else we are to do, and yet I ought to warn you.”

“I will have no choice left,” said she.  “My father James More has not used me very well, and it is not the first time, I am cast upon your hands like a sack of barley meal, and have nothing else to think of but your pleasure.  If you will have me, good and well.  If you will not” - she turned and touched her hand upon my arm - “David, I am afraid,” said she.

“No, but I ought to warn you,” I began; and then bethought me I was the bearer of the purse, and it would never do to seem too churlish.  “Catriona,” said I, “don’t misunderstand me: I am just trying to do my duty by you, girl!  Here am I going alone to this strange city, to be a solitary student there; and here is this chance arisen that you might dwell with me a bit, and be like my sister; you can surely understand this much, my dear, that I would just love to have you?”

“Well, and here I am,” said she.  “So that’s soon settled.”

I know I was in duty bounden to have spoke more plain.  I know this was a great blot on my character, for which I was lucky that I did not pay more dear.  But I minded how easy her delicacy had been startled with a word of kissing her in Barbara’s letter; now that she depended on me, how was I to be more bold?  Besides, the truth is, I could see no other feasible method to dispose of her.  And I daresay inclination pulled me very strong.

A little beyond the Hague she fell very lame and made the rest of the distance heavily enough.  Twice she must rest by the wayside, which she did with pretty apologies, calling herself a shame to the Highlands and the race she came of, and nothing but a hindrance to myself.  It was her excuse, she said, that she was not much used with walking shod.  I would have had her strip off her shoes and stockings and go barefoot.  But she pointed out to me that the women of that country, even in the landward roads, appeared to be all shod.

“I must not be disgracing my brother,” said she, and was very merry with it all, although her face told tales of her.

There is a garden in that city we were bound to, sanded below with clean sand, the trees meeting overhead, some of them trimmed, some preached, and the whole place beautified with alleys and arbours.  Here I left Catriona, and went forward by myself to find my correspondent.  There I drew on my credit, and asked to be recommended to some decent, retired lodging.  My baggage being not yet arrived, I told him I supposed I should require his caution with the people of the house; and explained that, my sister being come for a while to keep house with me, I should be wanting two chambers.  This was all very well; but the trouble was that Mr. Balfour in his letter of recommendation had condescended on a great deal of particulars, and never a word of any sister in the case.  I could see my Dutchman was extremely suspicious; and viewing me over the rims of a great pair of spectacles - he was a poor, frail body, and reminded me of an infirm rabbit - he began to question me close.

Here I fell in a panic.  Suppose he accept my tale (thinks I), suppose he invite my sister to his house, and that I bring her.  I shall have a fine ravelled pirn to unwind, and may end by disgracing both the lassie and myself.  Thereupon I began hastily to expound to him my sister’s character.  She was of a bashful disposition, it appeared, and be extremely fearful of meeting strangers that I had left her at that moment sitting in a public place alone.  And then, being launched upon the stream of falsehood, I must do like all the rest of the world in the same circumstance, and plunge in deeper than was any service; adding some altogether needless particulars of Miss Balfour’s ill-health and retirement during childhood.  In the midst of which I awoke to a sense of my behaviour, and was turned to one blush.

The old gentleman was not so much deceived but what he discovered a willingness to be quit of me.  But he was first of all a man of business; and knowing that my money was good enough, however it might be with my conduct, he was so far obliging as to send his son to be my guide and caution in the matter of a lodging.  This implied my presenting of the young man to Catriona.  The poor, pretty child was much recovered with resting, looked and behaved to perfection, and took my arm and gave me the name of brother more easily than I could answer her.  But there was one misfortune: thinking to help, she was rather towardly than otherwise to my Dutchman.  And I could not but reflect that Miss Balfour had rather suddenly outgrown her bashfulness.  And there was another thing, the difference of our speech.  I had the Low Country tongue and dwelled upon my words; she had a hill voice, spoke with something of an English accent, only far more delightful, and was scarce quite fit to be called a deacon in the craft of talking English grammar; so that, for a brother and sister, we made a most uneven pair.  But the young Hollander was a heavy dog, without so much spirit in his belly as to remark her prettiness, for which I scorned him.  And as soon as he had found a cover to our heads, he left us alone, which was the greater service of the two.

CHAPTER XXIV - FULL STORY OF A COPY OF HEINECCIUS

The place found was in the upper part of a house backed on a canal.  We had two rooms, the second entering from the first; each had a chimney built out into the floor in the Dutch manner; and being alongside, each had the same prospect from the window of the top of a tree below us in a little court, of a piece of the canal, and of houses in the Hollands architecture and a church spire upon the further side.  A full set of bells hung in that spire and made delightful music; and when there was any sun at all, it shone direct in our two chambers.  From a tavern hard by we had good meals sent in.

The first night we were both pretty weary, and she extremely so.  There was little talk between us, and I packed her off to her bed as soon as she had eaten.  The first thing in the morning I wrote word to Sprott to have her mails sent on, together with a line to Alan at his chief’s; and had the same despatched, and her breakfast ready, ere I waked her.  I was a little abashed when she came forth in her one habit, and the mud of the way upon her stockings.  By what inquiries I had made, it seemed a good few days must pass before her mails could come to hand in Leyden, and it was plainly needful she must have a shift of things.  She was unwilling at first that I should go to that expense; but I reminded her she was now a rich man’s sister and must appear suitably in the part, and we had not got to the second merchant’s before she was entirely charmed into the spirit of the thing, and her eyes shining.  It pleased me to see her so innocent and thorough in this pleasure.  What was more extraordinary was the passion into which I fell on it myself; being never satisfied that I had bought her enough or fine enough, and never weary of beholding her in different attires.  Indeed, I began to understand some little of Miss Grant’s immersion in the interest of clothes; for the truth is, when you have the ground of a beautiful person to adorn, the whole business becomes beautiful.  The Dutch chintzes I should say were extraordinary cheap and fine; but I would be ashamed to set down what I paid for stockings to her.  Altogether I spent so great a sum upon this pleasuring (as I may call it) that I was ashamed for a great while to spend more; and by way of a set-off, I left our chambers pretty bare.  If we had beds, if Catriona was a little braw, and I had light to see her by, we were richly enough lodged for me.

By the end of this merchandising I was glad to leave her at the door with all our purchases, and go for a long walk alone in which to read myself a lecture.  Here had I taken under my roof, and as good as to my bosom, a young lass extremely beautiful, and whose innocence was her peril.  My talk with the old Dutchman, and the lies to which I was constrained, had already given me a sense of how my conduct must appear to others; and now, after the strong admiration I had just experienced and the immoderacy with which I had continued my vain purchases, I began to think of it myself as very hazarded.  I bethought me, if I had a sister indeed, whether I would so expose her; then, judging the case too problematical, I varied my question into this, whether I would so trust Catriona in the hands of any other Christian being; the answer to which made my face to burn.  The more cause, since I had been entrapped and had entrapped the girl into an undue situation, that I should behave in it with scrupulous nicety.  She depended on me wholly for her bread and shelter; in case I should alarm her delicacy, she had no retreat.  Besides I was her host and her protector; and the more irregularly I had fallen in these positions, the less excuse for me if I should profit by the same to forward even the most honest suit; for with the opportunities that I enjoyed, and which no wise parent would have suffered for a moment, even the most honest suit would be unfair.  I saw I must be extremely hold-off in my relations; and yet not too much so neither; for if I had no right to appear at all in the character of a suitor, I must yet appear continually, and if possible agreeably, in that of host.  It was plain I should require a great deal of tact and conduct, perhaps more than my years afforded.  But I had rushed in where angels might have feared to tread, and there was no way out of that position save by behaving right while I was in it.  I made a set of rules for my guidance; prayed for strength to be enabled to observe them, and as a more human aid to the same end purchased a study-book in law.  This being all that I could think of, I relaxed from these grave considerations; whereupon my mind bubbled at once into an effervescency of pleasing spirits, and it was like one treading on air that I turned homeward.  As I thought that name of home, and recalled the image of that figure awaiting me between four walls, my heart beat upon my bosom.

My troubles began with my return.  She ran to greet me with an obvious and affecting pleasure.  She was clad, besides, entirely in the new clothes that I had bought for her; looked in them beyond expression well; and must walk about and drop me curtseys to display them and to be admired.  I am sure I did it with an ill grace, for I thought to have choked upon the words.

“Well,” she said, “if you will not be caring for my pretty clothes, see what I have done with our two chambers.”  And she showed me the place all very finely swept, and the fires glowing in the two chimneys.

I was glad of a chance to seem a little more severe than I quite felt.  “Catriona,” said I, “I am very much displeased with you, and you must never again lay a hand upon my room.  One of us two must have the rule while we are here together; it is most fit it should be I who am both the man and the elder; and I give you that for my command.”

She dropped me one of her curtseys; which were extraordinary taking.  “If you will be cross,” said she, “I must be making pretty manners at you, Davie.  I will be very obedient, as I should be when every stitch upon all there is of me belongs to you.  But you will not be very cross either, because now I have not anyone else.”

This struck me hard, and I made haste, in a kind of penitence, to blot out all the good effect of my last speech.  In this direction progress was more easy, being down hill; she led me forward, smiling; at the sight of her, in the brightness of the fire and with her pretty becks and looks, my heart was altogether melted.  We made our meal with infinite mirth and tenderness; and the two seemed to be commingled into one, so that our very laughter sounded like a kindness.

In the midst of which I awoke to better recollections, made a lame word of excuse, and set myself boorishly to my studies.  It was a substantial, instructive book that I had bought, by the late Dr. Heineccius, in which I was to do a great deal reading these next few days, and often very glad that I had no one to question me of what I read.  Methought she bit her lip at me a little, and that cut me.  Indeed it left her wholly solitary, the more as she was very little of a reader, and had never a book.  But what was I to do?

So the rest of the evening flowed by almost without speech.

I could have beat myself.  I could not lie in my bed that night for rage and repentance, but walked to and fro on my bare feet till I was nearly perished, for the chimney was gone out and the frost keen.  The thought of her in the next room, the thought that she might even hear me as I walked, the remembrance of my churlishness and that I must continue to practise the same ungrateful course or be dishonoured, put me beside my reason.  I stood like a man between Scylla and Charybdis: What must she think of me? was my one thought that softened me continually into weakness.  What is to become of us? the other which steeled me again to resolution.  This was my first night of wakefulness and divided counsels, of which I was now to pass many, pacing like a madman, sometimes weeping like a childish boy, sometimes praying (I fain would hope) like a Christian.