I'll sign nae papers; that's a faet afore divines. What for do ye aye fash me wi' your deeds and your instruments? I'm sure baith Charlie and Geordie could write better than me, and ye ne'er troubled them. But I jealouse the cause-an' my grandfather hadna left me his lawful heir to the Plealands, I might hae sat at the chumley lug whistling on my thumb. We a' hae frien's anew when we hae ony thing, and so I see in a' this flyting and fleeching; but ye'll flyte and ye'll fleech till puddocks grow chuckystanes before ye'll get me to wrang my ain bairn, my bonny wee Betty Bodle, that hasna ane that cares for her, but only my leafu' lane."

The leddy would have renewed her remonstratory animadversions on his obstinacy, but the laird again reminded her of the length of the journey in such an evening before her, and, after a few half advices and half reproaches, she left the house.

Indisposed as Claud had previously felt himself, or seemed to be, she had not been long away when he rose from his easy-chair and walked slowly across the room with his hands behind, swinging his body heavily as he paced the floor. Walter, who still remained on his seat, appeared for some time not to notice his father's gestures; but the old man unconsciously began to quicken his steps, and at last walked so rapidly that his son's attention was roused.

"Father," said he, "hae ye been taking epicacco, for that was just the way that I was tell❜t to gang, when I was last no weel?"

"No, no!" exclaimed the wretched old man, “but I hae drank the bitterest dose o' life. There's nae vomit for a sick soul-nae purge for a foul conscience."

These were, however, confessions that escaped from him unawares, like the sparks that are elicited in violent percussions, for he soon drew himself firmly and bravely up, as if he prepared himself to defy the worst that was in store for him; but this resolution also as quickly passed away, and he returned to his easy-chair and sat down, as if he had been abandoned of all hope, and had resigned himself into a dull and sleepy lethargy.

For about half an hour he continued in this slumbering and inaccessible state, at the end of which he called one of the servants, and bade him be ready to go to Glasgow by break of day,

and bring Mr Keelevin before breakfast. " Something maun be done," said he, as the servant, accompanied by Walter, left the room; "the curse of God has fallen upon me; my hands are tied; a dreadfu' chain is fastened about me; I hae cheated mysel', and there's nae bail-no, not in the heavens-for the man that has wilfully raffled away his own soul in the guilty game o' pride.”

CHAPTER XLI.

MEANWHILE, the disease which had laid Charles prostrate, was proceeding with a terrific and devastating fury. Before his mother reached the house he had lost all sense of himself and situation, and his mind was a chaos of the wildest and most extravagant fantasies. Occasionally, however, he would sink into a momentary calm, when a feeble gleam of reason would appear amidst his ravings, like the transient glimmer of a passing light from the shore on the black waves of the stormy ocean, when the cry has arisen at midnight of a vessel on the rocks, and her crew in jeopardy. But these breathing pauses of the fever's rage were, perhaps, more dreadful than its violence, for they were accompanied with a return of the moral anguish which had brought on his malady; and as often as his eye caught the meek but desponding countenance of Isabella, as she sat by his bedside, he would make a convulsive effort to raise himself, and instantly relapse into the tempestuous raptures of the delirium. In this state he passed the night.

Towards morning symptoms of a change began to show themselves, the turbulence of his thoughts subsided, his breathing became more regular, and both Isabella and his mother were persuaded that he was considerably better. Under this impression the old lady, at daybreak, dispatched a messenger to inform his father of the favourable change, who, in the interval, had passed a night in a state not more calm, and far less enviable, than that of his distracted son.

Whatever was the motive which induced Claud, on the pre

ceding evening, to determine on sending for Mr Keelevin, it would appear that it did not long maintain its influence; for, before going to bed, he countermanded the order. Indeed, his whole behaviour that night indicated a strange and unwonted degree of indecision. It was evident that he meditated some intention which he hesitated to carry into effect, and the conflict banished sleep from his pillow. When the messenger from Glasgow arrived, he was already dressed; and, as none of the servants were stirring, he opened the door himself. The news certainly gave him pleasure; but they also produced some change in the secret workings of his mind, of no auspicious augury to the fulfilment of the parental intention which he had probably formed, but which he was as probably reluctant to realize, as it I could not be carried into effect without material detriment to that one single dominant object to which his whole life, efforts, and errors, had been devoted; at least, from the moment he received the agreeable intelligence that Charles was better, his agitation ceased, and he resumed his seat in the elbow-chair, by the parlour fireside, as composedly as if nothing had occurred, in any degree, to trouble the apparently even tenor of his daily unsocial and solitary reflections. In this situation he fell asleep, from which he was roused by another messenger with still more interesting intelligence to him that even the convalescence, as it was supposed, of his favourite son.

Mrs George Walkinshaw had, for some time, given a large promise, in her appearance, of adding to the heirs of Kittlestonheugh; but, by her residence in Glasgow, and holding little intercourse with the Grippy family, owing to her own situation, and to her dislike of the members, especially after Walter had been brought back with his child, the laird and leddy were less acquainted with her maternal progress than might have been expected, particularly when the anxiety of the old man, with respect to male issue, is considered. Such things, however, are of common occurrence in all families; and it so happened that, during the course of this interesting night, Mrs George had been delivered, and that her husband, as in duty bound, in the morning, dispatched a maid-servant to inform his father and mother of the joyous event.

The messenger, Jenny Purdie, had several years before been in the servitude of the laird's house, from which she translated herself to that of George. Being something forward, at the same time sly and adroit, and having heard how much her old master had been disappointed that Walter's daughter was not a son, she made no scruple of employing a little address in communicating her news. Accordingly, when the laird, disturbed in his slumber by her entrance, roused himself, and turned round to see who it was that had come into the room, she presented herself, as she had walked from the royal city, muffled up in a dingy red cloak, her dark blue and white striped petticoat, sorely scanty, and her glowing purple legs and well-spread shoeless feet, bearing liberal proof of the speed with which she had spattered and splashed along the road.

"I wish you muckle joy, laird! I hae brought you blithesmeat," was her salutation.

"What is't, Jenny ?" said the old man.

"I'll let you guess that, unless ye promise to gie me half-acrown," was her reply.

"T'ou canna think I would ware less on sic errand as tou's come on. Is't a laddie?"

'It's far better, laird!" said Jenny triumphantly.

"Is't twins?" exclaimed the laird, sympathizing with her exultation.

"A half-crown, a half-crown, laird," was, however, all the satisfaction he received. "Down wi' the dust."

"An tou's sae on thy peremptors, I fancy I maun comply. There, take it, and welcome," said he, pulling the money from under the flap of his waistcoat pocket; while Jenny, stretching her arm as she hoisted it from under the cloak, eagerly bent forward and took the silver out of his hand, instantaneously affecting the greatest gravity of face.

‘Laird,” said she, “ye maunna be angry wi' me; but I didna like just to dumb-foun'er you a' at ance wi' the news. My mistress, it's very true, has been brought to bed, but it's no as ye expeckit."

"Then it's but a dochter ?" replied the laird discontentedly. "No, sir, it's no a dochter.—It's twa dochters, sir!" exclaimed

Jenny, scarcely able to repress her risibility, while she endeavoured to assume an accent of condolence.

Claud sank back in his chair, and, drooping his head, gave a deep sigh.

"But," rejoined the adroit Jenny, "it's a good earnest of a braw family; so keep up your heart, laird, aiblins the neist birds may be a' cocks. There ne'er was a goose without a gander.”

"Gae but the house, and fashna me wi' thy clishmaclavers. I say, gae but the house," cried the laird, in a tone so deep and strong, that Jenny's disposition to gossip was most effectually daunted, and she immediately retired.

For some time after she had left the room, Claud continued sitting in the same posture with which he had uttered the command, leaning slightly forward, and holding the arms of the easy-chair graspingly by both his hands, as if in the act of raising himself. Gradually, however, he relaxed his hold, and subsided slowly and heavily into the position in which he usually fell asleep. Shutting his eyes, he remained in that state for a considerable time, exhibiting no external indication of the rush of mortified feelings which, like a subterranean stream of some acrid mineral, struggled through all the abysses of his bosom.

It

This last stroke-the birth of twin daughters-seemed to perfect the signs and omens of that displeasure with which he had for some time thought the disinheritance of his first-born was regarded; and there was undoubtedly something sublime in the fortitude with which he endured the gnawings of remorse. may be impossible to consider the course of his sordid ambition without indignation; but the strength of character which enabled him to contend at once with his paternal partiality, and stand firm in his injustice before what he awfully deemed the frowns and the menaces of Heaven, forms a spectacle of moral bravery that cannot be contemplated without emotions of wonder mingled with dread.