Rob Roy (Unabridged). Walter Scott

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      “‘And though my sun of glory set,

      Nor France, nor England, shall forget

      The terror of my name;

      And oft shall Britain’s heroes rise,

      New planets in these southern skies,

      Through clouds of blood and flame.’

      “A cloud of flame is something new — Good-morrow, my masters all, and a merry Christmas to you!— Why, the bellman writes better lines.” He then tossed the paper from him with an air of superlative contempt, and concluded —“Upon my credit, Frank, you are a greater blockhead than I took you for.”

      What could I say, my dear Tresham? There I stood, swelling with indignant mortification, while my father regarded me with a calm but stern look of scorn and pity; and poor Owen, with uplifted hands and eyes, looked as striking a picture of horror as if he had just read his patron’s name in the Gazette. At length I took courage to speak, endeavouring that my tone of voice should betray my feelings as little as possible.

      “I am quite aware, sir, how ill qualified I am to play the conspicuous part in society you have destined for me; and, luckily, I am not ambitious of the wealth I might acquire. Mr. Owen would be a much more effective assistant.” I said this in some malice, for I considered Owen as having deserted my cause a little too soon.

      “Owen!” said my father —“The boy is mad — actually insane. And, pray, sir, if I may presume to inquire, having coolly turned me over to Mr. Owen (although I may expect more attention from any one than from my son), what may your own sage projects be?”

      “I should wish, sir,” I replied, summoning up my courage, “to travel for two or three years, should that consist with your pleasure; otherwise, although late, I would willingly spend the same time at Oxford or Cambridge.”

      “In the name of common sense! was the like ever heard?— to put yourself to school among pedants and Jacobites, when you might be pushing your fortune in the world! Why not go to Westminster or Eton at once, man, and take to Lilly’s Grammar and Accidence, and to the birch, too, if you like it?”

      “Then, sir, if you think my plan of improvement too late, I would willingly return to the Continent.”

      “You have already spent too much time there to little purpose, Mr. Francis.”

      “Then I would choose the army, sir, in preference to any other active line of life.”

      “Choose the d — l!” answered my father, hastily, and then checking himself —“I profess you make me as great a fool as you are yourself. Is he not enough to drive one mad, Owen?”— Poor Owen shook his head, and looked down. “Hark ye, Frank,” continued my father, “I will cut all this matter very short. I was at your age when my father turned me out of doors, and settled my legal inheritance on my younger brother. I left Osbaldistone Hall on the back of a broken-down hunter, with ten guineas in my purse. I have never crossed the threshold again, and I never will. I know not, and I care not, if my fox-hunting brother is alive, or has broken his neck; but he has children, Frank, and one of them shall be my son if you cross me farther in this matter.”

      “You will do your pleasure,” I answered — rather, I fear, with more sullen indifference than respect, “with what is your own.”

      “Yes, Frank, what I have is my own, if labour in getting, and care in augmenting, can make a right of property; and no drone shall feed on my honeycomb. Think on it well: what I have said is not without reflection, and what I resolve upon I will execute.”

      “Honoured sir!— dear sir!” exclaimed Owen, tears rushing into his eyes, “you are not wont to be in such a hurry in transacting business of importance. Let Mr. Francis run up the balance before you shut the account; he loves you, I am sure; and when he puts down his filial obedience to the per contra, I am sure his objections will disappear.”

      “Do you think I will ask him twice,” said my father, sternly, “to be my friend, my assistant, and my confidant?— to be a partner of my cares and of my fortune?— Owen, I thought you had known me better.”

      He looked at me as if he meant to add something more, but turned instantly away, and left the room abruptly. I was, I own, affected by this view of the case, which had not occurred to me; and my father would probably have had little reason to complain of me, had he commenced the discussion with this argument.

      But it was too late. I had much of his own obduracy of resolution, and Heaven had decreed that my sin should be my punishment, though not to the extent which my transgression merited. Owen, when we were left alone, continued to look at me with eyes which tears from time to time moistened, as if to discover, before attempting the task of intercessor, upon what point my obstinacy was most assailable. At length he began, with broken and disconcerted accents,—“O L— d, Mr. Francis!— Good Heavens, sir!— My stars, Mr. Osbaldistone!— that I should ever have seen this day — and you so young a gentleman, sir!— For the love of Heaven! look at both sides of the account — think what you are going to lose — a noble fortune, sir — one of the finest houses in the City, even under the old firm of Tresham and Trent, and now Osbaldistone and Tresham — You might roll in gold, Mr. Francis — And, my dear young Mr. Frank, if there was any particular thing in the business of the house which you disliked, I would” (sinking his voice to a whisper) “put it in order for you termly, or weekly, or daily, if you will — Do, my dear Mr. Francis, think of the honour due to your father, that your days may be long in the land.”

      “I am much obliged to you, Mr. Owen,” said I—“very much obliged indeed; but my father is best judge how to bestow his money. He talks of one of my cousins: let him dispose of his wealth as he pleases — I will never sell my liberty for gold.”

      “Gold, sir?— I wish you saw the balance-sheet of profits at last term — It was in five figures — five figures to each partner’s sum total, Mr. Frank — And all this is to go to a Papist, and a north-country booby, and a disaffected person besides — It will break my heart, Mr. Francis, that have been toiling more like a dog than a man, and all for love of the firm. Think how it will sound, Osbaldistone, Tresham, and Osbaldistone — or perhaps, who knows” (again lowering his voice), “Osbaldistone, Osbaldistone, and Tresham, for our Mr. Osbaldistone can buy them all out.”

      “But, Mr. Owen, my cousin’s name being also Osbaldistone, the name of the company will sound every bit as well in your ears.”

      “O fie upon you, Mr. Francis, when you know how well I love you — Your cousin, indeed!— a Papist, no doubt, like his father, and a disaffected person to the Protestant succession — that’s another item, doubtless.”

      “There are many very good men Catholics, Mr. Owen,” rejoined I.

      As Owen was about to answer with unusual animation, my father re-entered the apartment.

      “You were right,” he said, “Owen, and I was wrong; we will take more time to think over this matter.— Young man, you will prepare to give me an answer on this important subject this day month.”

      I bowed in silence, sufficiently glad of a reprieve, and trusting it might indicate some relaxation in my father’s determination.

      The time of probation passed slowly, unmarked by any accident whatever. I went and came, and disposed of my time as I pleased, without question or criticism on the part of my father. Indeed, СКАЧАТЬ