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Mrs Grove and Mr Proudfute entered with them, and the others disposed, themselves in groups about the door. Mr Green stood leaning on the door-post looking in upon them. "Miss Elliott," said Mr Proudfute, presently, "what has become of you for a long time? I have hardly seen you for years for a year at least and we used to meet so often." Graeme laughed.
I must speak to Fanny about it." "We saw Miss Elphinstone often during the first winter after her return. That was the winter that Mr Proudfute remembers as so gay," said Graeme. "Did I ever tell you about the beginning of Rosie's acquaintance with her, long before that, when she wandered into the garden and saw the gowans?" "Yes, dear, you told me about it in a letter," said Mrs Snow.
"It's a shame the breaches in our walls are not repaired, and that these landlouping Highland scoundrels are left at liberty to take honest men and women out of their beds any night that is dark enough." "But look here, neighbours," said Oliver Proudfute, showing a bloody hand which he had picked up from the ground; "when did such a hand as this tie a Highlandman's brogues?
I fancy his bearing was as much as to say, 'I will not see what you might wish me blind to'; and he is right to do so, as he might easily purchase himself a broken pate by meddling with my matters, and so he will be silent for his own sake. But whom have we next? By St. Dunstan, the chattering, bragging, cowardly knave, Oliver Proudfute!"
"Ye ye yes," said Proudfute, in a melancholy tone, "he has got my purse; but there is less matter since he hath left the hawking bag." "Nay, the hawking bag had been an emblem of personal victory, to be sure a trophy, as the minstrels call it." "There is more in it than that, friend," said Oliver, significantly.
But all this is no rede. What shall we do?" "Short rede, good rede," said the smith. "Let us to our provost, and demand his countenance and assistance." A murmur of applause went through the party, and Oliver Proudfute exclaimed, "That is what I have been saying for this half hour, and not one of ye would listen to me.
"I do yield," again murmured Bonthron, and Henry proclaimed aloud that his antagonist was defeated. The Dukes of Rothsay and Albany, the High Constable, and the Dominican prior now entered the lists, and, addressing Bonthron, demanded if he acknowledged himself vanquished. "I do," answered the miscreant. "And guilty of the murder of Oliver Proudfute?" "I am; but I mistook him for another."
"If I must speak," replied Henry, "I believe Oliver Proudfute received the fate which was designed for myself; the rather that, in his folly, Oliver spoke of trying to assume my manner of walking, as well as my dress." "Have you feud with any one, that you form such an idea?" said Sir Patrick Charteris.
The Baron of Bradwardine, Dandie Dinmont, Edie Ochiltree, Mause Headrigg, Bailie Jarvie, and the long list of originals down to Oliver Proudfute and even later, their less eccentric companions from Fergus MacIvor to Queen Margaret, may derive part of their appeal from dialect and colouring, from picturesque "business" and properties.
"My dog and I we have a trick To visit maids when they are sick; When they are sick and like to die, Oh, thither do come my dog and I. "And when I die, as needs must hap, Then bury me under the good ale tap; With folded arms there let me lie Cheek for jowl, my dog and I." "Canst thou not be serious for a moment, neighbour Proudfute?" said the glover; "I want a word of conversation with you."
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