By this, I saw he must have heard the name all too clearly, and had already guessed I might be coming to the murder.  If he chose to play this part of ignorance, it was no matter of mine; so I smiled, said it was no very Highland-sounding name, and consented.  Through all the rest of my story Alan was Mr. Thomson; which amused me the more, as it was a piece of policy after his own heart.  James Stewart, in like manner, was mentioned under the style of Mr. Thomson’s kinsman; Colin Campbell passed as a Mr. Glen; and to Cluny, when I came to that part of my tale, I gave the name of “Mr. Jameson, a Highland chief.”  It was truly the most open farce, and I wondered that the lawyer should care to keep it up; but, after all, it was quite in the taste of that age, when there were two parties in the state, and quiet persons, with no very high opinions of their own, sought out every cranny to avoid offence to either.

“Well, well,” said the lawyer, when I had quite done, “this is a great epic, a great Odyssey of yours.  You must tell it, sir, in a sound Latinity when your scholarship is riper; or in English if you please, though for my part I prefer the stronger tongue.  You have rolled much; quae regio in terris—­what parish in Scotland (to make a homely translation) has not been filled with your wanderings?  You have shown, besides, a singular aptitude for getting into false positions; and, yes, upon the whole, for behaving well in them.  This Mr. Thomson seems to me a gentleman of some choice qualities, though perhaps a trifle bloody-minded.  It would please me none the worse, if (with all his merits) he were soused in the North Sea, for the man, Mr. David, is a sore embarrassment.  But you are doubtless quite right to adhere to him; indubitably, he adhered to you.  It comes—­we may say—­he was your true companion; nor less paribus curis vestigia figit, for I dare say you would both take an orra thought upon the gallows.  Well, well, these days are fortunately, by; and I think (speaking humanly) that you are near the end of your troubles.”

As he thus moralised on my adventures, he looked upon me with so much humour and benignity that I could scarce contain my satisfaction.  I had been so long wandering with lawless people, and making my bed upon the hills and under the bare sky, that to sit once more in a clean, covered house, and to talk amicably with a gentleman in broadcloth, seemed mighty elevations.  Even as I thought so, my eye fell on my unseemly tatters, and I was once more plunged in confusion.  But the lawyer saw and understood me.  He rose, called over the stair to lay another plate, for Mr. Balfour would stay to dinner, and led me into a bedroom in the upper part of the house.  Here he set before me water and soap, and a comb; and laid out some clothes that belonged to his son; and here, with another apposite tag, he left me to my toilet.

CHAPTER XXVIII