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'Of course we've got to remember, she said more softly, 'that father has known very different things. 'I don't care what he has known! cried Mr. Ruddiman. 'I hope I may never have a worse home than the Pig and Whistle. And I only wish I could live here all the rest of my life, instead of going back to that beastly school! 'Don't you like the school, Mr. Ruddiman?
'Well, said Mr. Ruddiman, in a comforting tone, 'all you have to do is to keep quiet. Don't trouble about anything. I'll look after the business. Miss Fouracres smiled at him through her tears. 'It's very good of you, sir, but you make me feel ashamed. What sort of a day have you had? 'Splendid! Look here!
Mind your own affairs and leave the Corsicans to theirs. Touching on the faulty Latinity of the essay, 'Ruddiman, added the old man, 'is dead. On entering his new career Bozzy began by vows for his good conduct. These, a remnant of his old Catholic days, we shall find him renewing again and again, ludicrously and pathetically enough, however, as we draw to the close.
For the landlord of the Pig and Whistle had a history worth talking about, and Mr. Ruddiman had learnt it from the landlord's own lips. Miss Fouracres would never have touched upon the subject with any one in whom she did not feel confidence; to her it was far from agreeable, and Mr. Ruddiman established himself in her esteem by taking the same view of the matter.
Ruddiman begged her to teach him all the mysteries of the bar, and his request was willingly granted. In this way they amused themselves until the return of the landlord, who, as soon as he had stabled his pony, called Mr. Ruddiman aside, and said in a hoarse whisper 'The Prince comes to-morrow! 'Ha! does he? was the answer, in a tone of feigned interest. 'I shall see him. It's all settled.
'Can you drive yourself, Miss Fouracres? asked Ruddiman, looking and speaking with genuine sympathy. 'Oh yes, sir. But I don't know what to do about the house. I may be away all day. And what about you, sir? 'Leave me to look after myself, Miss Fouracres. And trust me to look after the house too, will you? You know I can do it. Will you trust me? 'It's only that I'm ashamed, sir
In 1701 he came to Edinburgh as apprentice to a wig-maker, took to writing poetry, became a member of the "Easy Club," of which Pitcairn and Ruddiman, the grammarian, were members, and of which he was made "laureate." The club pub. his poems as they were thrown off, and their appearance soon began to be awaited with interest.
In the coming summer vacation he had determined to save at least five sovereigns, and he fancied he had discovered a simple way of doing it. On pleasant afternoons, when he was 'off duty, Mr. Ruddiman liked to have a long ramble by himself about the fields and lanes.
Ruddiman. 'Let me go and serve him do let me! 'But you wouldn't know how, sir. 'If it's beer, and that's most likely, I know well enough. I've watched you so often. I'll go and see. With the face of a schoolboy he ran into the house, and was absent about ten minutes. Then he reappeared, chinking coppers in his hand and laughing gleefully. 'A cyclist! Pint of half-and-half!
'Oh, I can't say I dislike it. But since I've been living here well, it's no use thinking of impossibilities. Towards midday the pony and trap came back, driven by a lad from Woodbury, who had business in this direction. Miss Fouracres asked him to unharness and stable the pony, and whilst this was being done Mr. Ruddiman stood by, studiously observant.
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