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She bade Jean call on him, and, without mentioning her, invite him to this party, from which, he must know, she would not be absent. Jean Carnie entered his apartment, and at her entrance his mother, who took for granted this was his sweetheart, whispered in his ear that he should now take the first step, and left him. What passed between Jean Carnie and Charles Gatty is for another chapter.
"In oil? no, in verse, here;" and he took out a paper. "Then hadn't we better cut? you might propose reading them," said poor old Groove. "Have you any oysters?" inquired Jones of the Carnie and the Johnstone, who were now alongside. "Plenty," answered Jean. "Hae ye ony siller?" The artists looked at one another, and didn't all speak at once.
"No!" said Christie, "I'll no let ye go, sae look me i' the face; Flucker's dochter, your auld comrade, that saved your life at Holy Isle, think o' his face an' look in mines an' strike me!!!" They glared on one another he fiercely and unsteadily; she firmly and proudly. Jean Carnie said afterward, "Her eyes were like coals of fire."
"The white siller's my taste." Flucker. "Na! there's aye some deevelish trick in thir lassie's stories. I shall ha to, till the ither lads hae chused; the mair part will put themsels oot, ane will hit it off reicht maybe, then I shall gie him a hidin' an' carry off the lass. You-hoo!" Jean Carnie. "That's you, Flucker." Christie Johnstone.
Lord Ipsden, rising gently from his seat, with the same quiet politeness with which he would have received two princes of the blood, said, "How do you do?" and smiled a welcome. "Fine! hoow's yoursel?" answered the dark lass, whose name was Jean Carnie, and whose voice was not so sweet as her face. "What'n lord are ye?" continued she; "are you a juke? I wad like fine to hae a crack wi' a juke."
The dancers found their feet by an instinct as rapid, and a rattling reel shook the floor like thunder. Jean Carnie assumed the privilege of a bride, and seized his lordship; Christie, who had a mind to dance with him too, took Flucker captive, and these four were one reel! There were seven others.
The words were scarcely out of his mouth ere he had reason to regret them; a severe box on the ear was administered by his indignant sister. Nobody pitied him. Christie. "I'll laern yet' affront me before a' the company." Jean Carnie. "Suppose it's a lee, there's nae silver to pay for it, Flucker." Christie. "Jean, I never telt a lee in a' my days." Jean. "There's ane to begin wi' then.
Rule, Principal at Edinburgh'. Such is Wodrow's way, his ideas of evidence are quite rudimentary. Give him a ghost, and he does not care for 'contemporary record, or 'corroborative testimony'. To come to the story. Dr. Rule, finding no room at an inn near Carnie Mount, had a fire lit in a chamber of a large deserted house hard by.
Christie was heluo librorum! and like others who have that taste, and can only gratify it in the interval of manual exercise, she read very intensely in her hours of study. A book absorbed her. She was like a leech on these occasions, non missura cutem. Even Jean Carnie, her co-adjutor or "neebor," as they call it, found it best to keep out of her way till the book was sucked.
"Dinna speak like that to me, onybody, or I shall gie ye my boat, and fling my nets intil it, as ye sail awa wi' her." Jean Carnie. "Sae he let the puir deevil go. Oh! ye ken wha could stand up against siccan a shower o' Ennglish as thaat." Christie. "He just said, 'My deeds upon my heed. I claim the law, says he; 'there is no power in the tongue o' man to alter me. I stay here on my boend."
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