"If it be a creature, papa, it must have a name!" retorted the little logician, with great solemnity.
Mr.Galbraith was not pleased, for although the logic was good, it was against him.
"What foolish person has been insinuating such contemptible superstition into your silly head?" he asked."Tell me, child," he continued, "that I may put a stop to it at once."He was rising to ring the bell, that he might give the orders consequent on the information he expected: he would have asked Mammon to dinner in black clothes and a white tie, but on Superstition in the loveliest garb would have loosed all the dogs of Glashruach, to hunt her from the property.Her next words, however, arrested him, and just as she ended, the butler came in with fresh toast.
"They say," said Ginevra, anxious to avoid the forbidden Scotch, therefore stumbling sadly in her utterance, "there's a broonie--brownie--at the Mains, who dis a'--does all the work.""What is the meaning of this, Joseph?" said Mr.Galbraith, turning from her to the butler, with the air of rebuke, which was almost habitual to him, a good deal heightened.
"The meanin' o' what, sir?" returned Joseph, nowise abashed, for to him his master was not the greatest man in the world, or even in the highlands."He's no a Galbraith," he used to say, when more than commonly provoked with him.
"I ask you, Joseph," answered the laird, "what this--this outbreak of superstition imports? You must be aware that nothing in the world could annoy me more than that Miss Galbraith should learn folly in her father's house.That staid servants, such as I had supposed mine to be, should use their tongues as if their heads had no more in them than so many bells hung in a steeple, is to me a mortifying reflection.""Tongues as weel's clappers was made to wag, sir; an, wag they wull, sir, sae lang's the tow (string) hings oot at baith lugs," answered Joseph.The forms of speech he employed were not unfrequently obscure to his master, and in that obscurity lay more of Joseph's impunity than he knew."Forby (besides), sir," he went on, "gien tongues didna wag, what w'y wad you, 'at has to set a' thing richt, come to ken what was wrang?""That is not a bad remark, Joseph," replied the laird, with woolly condescension."Pray acquaint me with the whole matter.""I hae naething till acquaint yer honour wi', sir, but the ting-a-ling o' tongues," replied Joseph; "an' ye'll hae till arreenge't like, till yer ain settisfaction."Therewith he proceeded to report what he had heard reported, which was in the main the truth, considerably exaggerated--that the work of the house was done over night by invisible hands--and the work of the stables, too; but that in the latter, cantrips were played as well; that some of the men talked of leaving the place; and that Mr.
Duff's own horse, Snowball, was nearly out of his mind with fear.
The laird clenched his teeth, and for a whole minute said nothing.
Here were either his old enemies again, or some who had heard the old story, and in their turn were beating the drum of consternation in the ears of superstition.
"It is one of the men themselves," he said at last, with outward frigidity."Or some ill-designed neighbour," he added."But I shall soon be at the bottom of it.Go to the Mains at once, Joseph, and ask young Fergus Duff to be so good as step over, as soon as he conveniently can."Fergus was pleased enough to be sent for by the laird, and soon told him all he knew from his aunt and the men, confessing that he had himself been too lazy of a morning to take any steps towards personal acquaintance with the facts, but adding that, as Mr.
Galbraith took an interest in the matter, "he would be only too happy to carry out any suggestion he might think proper to make on the subject.
"Fergus," returned the laird, "do you imagine things inanimate can of themselves change their relations in space? In other words, are the utensils in your kitchen endowed with powers of locomotion? Can they take to themselves wings and fly? Or to use a figure more to the point, are they provided with members necessary to the washing of their own--persons, shall I say? Answer me those points, Fergus.""Certainly not, sir," answered Fergus solemnly, for the laird's face was solemn, and his speech was very solemn.
"Then, Fergus, let me assure you, that to discover by what agency these apparent wonders are effected, you have merely to watch.If you fail, I will myself come to your assistance.Depend upon it, the thing when explained will prove simplicity itself."Fergus at once undertook to watch, but went home not quite so comfortable as he had gone; for he did not altogether, notwithstanding his unbelief in the so-called supernatural, relish the approaching situation.Belief and unbelief are not always quite plainly distinguishable from each other, and Fear is not always certain which of them is his mother.He was not the less resolved, however, to carry out what he had undertaken--that was, to sit up all night, if necessary, in order to have an interview with the extravagant and erring--spirit, surely, whether embodied or not, that dared thus wrong "domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,"by doing people's work for them unbidden.Not even to himself did he confess that he felt frightened, for he was a youth of nearly eighteen; but he could not quite hide from himself the fact that he anticipated no pleasure in the duty which lay before him.
