Stories by English Authors: Scotland (Selected by Scribners) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 153 pages of information about Stories by English Authors.

Stories by English Authors: Scotland (Selected by Scribners) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 153 pages of information about Stories by English Authors.
Indeed, his whole appearance was then wonderfully second-hand.  Now he had cast his slough.  A most undeniable taglioni, with trimmings just bordering upon frogs, gave dignity to his demeanour and twofold amplitude to his chest.  The horn eye-glass was exchanged for one of purest gold, the dingy high-lows for well-waxed Wellingtons, the Paisley fogle for the fabric of the China loom.  Moreover, he walked with a swagger, and affected in common conversation a peculiar dialect which he opined to be the purest English, but which no one—­except a bagman—­could be reasonably expected to understand.  His pockets were invariably crammed with sharelists; and he quoted, if he did not comprehend, the money article from the “Times.”  This sort of assumption, though very ludicrous in itself, goes down wonderfully.  Bob gradually became a sort of authority, and his opinions got quoted on ’Change.  He was no ass, notwithstanding his peculiarities, and made good use of his opportunity.

For myself, I bore my new dignities with an air of modest meekness.  A certain degree of starchness is indispensable for a railway director, if he means to go forward in his high calling and prosper; he must abandon all juvenile eccentricities, and aim at the appearance of a decided enemy to free trade in the article of Wild Oats.  Accordingly, as the first step toward respectability, I eschewed coloured waistcoats and gave out that I was a marrying man.  No man under forty, unless he is a positive idiot, will stand forth as a theoretical bachelor.  It is all nonsense to say that there is anything unpleasant in being courted.  Attention, whether from male or female, tickles the vanity; and although I have a reasonable, and, I hope, not unwholesome regard for the gratification of my other appetites, I confess that this same vanity is by far the most poignant of the whole.  I therefore surrendered myself freely to the soft allurements thrown in my way by such matronly denizens of Glasgow as were possessed of stock in the shape of marriageable daughters; and walked the more readily into their toils because every party, though nominally for the purposes of tea, wound up with a hot supper, and something hotter still by way of assisting the digestion.

I don’t know whether it was my determined conduct at the allocation, my territorial title, or a most exaggerated idea of my circumstances, that worked upon the mind of Mr. Sawley.  Possibly it was a combination of the three; but, sure enough few days had elapsed before I received a formal card of invitation to a tea and serous conversation.  Now serious conversation is a sort of thing that I never shone in, possibly because my early studies were framed in a different direction; but as I really was unwilling to offend the respectable coffin-maker, and as I found that the Captain of M’Alcohol—­a decided trump in his way—­had also received a summons, I notified my acceptance.

M’Alcohol and I went together.  The captain, an enormous brawny Celt, with superhuman whiskers and a shock of the fieriest hair, had figged himself out, more majorum, in the full Highland costume.  I never saw Rob Roy on the stage look half so dignified or ferocious.  He glittered from head to foot with dirk, pistol, and skean-dhu; and at least a hundredweight of cairngorms cast a prismatic glory around his person.  I felt quite abashed beside him.

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