"Catriona," said I, "I believe you have yet a shilling and three baubees?""Are you wanting it?" said she, and passed me her purse. "I am wishing it was five pounds! What will you want it for?""And what have we been walking for all night, like a pair of waif Egyptians!" says I. "Just because I was robbed of my purse and all Ipossessed in that unchancy town of Rotterdam. I will tell you of it now, because I think the worst is over, but we have still a good tramp before us till we get to where my money is, and if you would not buy me a piece of bread, I were like to go fasting."She looked at me with open eyes. By the light of the new day she was all black and pale for weariness, so that my heart smote me for her.
But as for her, she broke out laughing.
"My torture! are we beggars then!" she cried. "You too? O, I could have wished for this same thing! And I am glad to buy your breakfast to you. But it would be pleisand if I would have had to dance to get a meal to you! For I believe they are not very well acquainted with our manner of dancing over here, and might be paying for the curiosity of that sight."I could have kissed her for that word, not with a lover's mind, but in a heat of admiration. For it always warms a man to see a woman brave.
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. Iwould 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.
