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"Umph!" replied Jarvie, with a precautionary sort of cough "Ay, he has a kind o' Hieland honesty he's honest after a sort, as they say. My father the deacon used aye to laugh when he tauld me how that by-word came up. My honest father used to laugh weel at that sport and sae the by-word came up."
"Yes, and the scene in the Tolbooth where Rob Roy gives Bailie Nicol Jarvie them three sufficient reasons fur not betrayin' him." The old man grinned. He seemed to be at his happiest in praising, and finding another to praise, his favorite author. "Interesting old illustrations these are," said Davenport, taking up another volume. "Dryburgh Abbey that's how it looks on a gray day.
Jarvie, less with the intention of seeking for any object of interest or amusement, than to arrange my own ideas, and meditate on my future conduct.
Jarvie, but without looking towards me, "you are not the only guests this night in the MacGregor's country, whilk, doubtless, ye will believe, since my wife and the twa lads would otherwise have been maist ready to attend you, as weel beseems them."
This had at once been claimed by Mr. Campbell, or Rob MacGregor, as Mr. Jarvie called him, and the address showed that it had gone to its rightful owner. Before we parted, MacGregor bade me visit him in the Highlands, and I kept this appointment in company with the Bailie.
However, the tumultuous glee which he felt, or pretended to feel, at my return, saved Andrew the broken head which I had twice destined him; first, on account of the colloquy he had held with the precentor on my affairs; and secondly, for the impertinent history he had thought proper to give of me to Mr. Jarvie.
Robert Campbell, as ye ca' him?" "I met him by chance," I replied, "some months ago in the north of England." "Ou then, Mr. Osbaldistone," said the Bailie, doggedly, "ye'll ken as muckle about him as I do." "I should suppose not, Mr. Jarvie," I replied; "you are his relation, it seems, and his friend."
"Well," continued the head of the Bloomsbury police force; "that's because the yeggs worked so neatly they never left a bit of mess around to arouse suspicion; and the first thing that was known of the looting of the bank was when Seth Jarvie, the day watchman, went into the place at seven this morning to relieve Cadger, the night man, and found him lying there, tied up like a bundle of goods, and nearly dead with fright and humiliation."
Not that I wad speak ony ill of this MacCallum More 'Curse not the rich in your bedchamber, saith the son of Sirach, 'for a bird of the air shall carry the clatter, and pint-stoups hae lang lugs." I interrupted these prolegomena, in which Mr. Jarvie was apt to be somewhat diffuse, by praying him to rely upon Mr. Owen and myself as perfectly secret and safe confidants.
Jarvie; "he's a Hieland gentleman, nae doubt better rank need nane to be; and for habit, I judge he wears the Hieland habit amang the hills, though he has breeks on when he comes to Glasgow; and as for his subsistence, what needs we care about his subsistence, sae lang as he asks naething frae us, ye ken?
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