For about exactly two months I remained a guest in Prestongrange's family, where I bettered my acquaintance with the bench, the bar, and the flower of Edinburgh company. You are not to suppose my education was neglected, on the contrary I was kept extremely busy. I studied the French, so as to be more prepared to go to Leyden; I set myself to the fencing, and wrought¹ hard, sometimes three hours in the day, with notable advancement²; at the suggestion of my cousin, Pilrig, who was an apt musician, I was put to a singing class, and by the orders of my Miss Grant, to one for the dancing, at which. I must say I proved far from ornamental³. However, all were good enough to say it gave me an address a little more genteel; and there is no question but I learned to manage my coat skirts and sword with more dexterity⁴, and to stand in a room as though the same belonged to me. My clothes themselves were all earnestly re-ordered; and the most trifling⁵ circumstance, such as where I should tie my hair, or the colour of my ribbon, debated among the three misses like a thing of weight. One way with [pg 253]another, no doubt I was a good deal improved to look at, and acquired a bit of a modish⁶ air that would have surprised the good folks at Essendean.  
The two younger misses were very willing to discuss a point of my habiliment, because that was in the line of their chief thoughts. I cannot say that they appeared any other way conscious of my presence; and though always more than civil, with a kind of heartless cordiality, could not hide how much I wearied them. As for the aunt, she was a wonderful still woman; and I think she gave me much the same attention as she gave the rest of the family, which was little enough. The eldest⁷ daughter and the Advocate himself were thus my principal friends, and our familiarity was much increased by a pleasure that we took in common. Before the court met we spent a day or two at the house of Grange, living very nobly with an open table, and here it was that we three began to ride out together in the fields, a practice afterwards maintained in Edinburgh, so far as the Advocate's continual affairs permitted. When we were put in a good frame by the briskness⁸ of the exercise, the difficulties of the way, or the accidents of bad weather, my shyness wore entirely⁹ off; we forgot that we were strangers, and speech not being required, it flowed the more naturally on. Then it was that they had my story from me, bit by bit, from the time that I left Essendean, with my voyage and battle in the Covenant¹⁰, wanderings in the heather, etc.; [pg 254]and from the interest they found in my adventures sprung the circumstance of a jaunt¹¹ we made a little later on, a day when the courts were not sitting, and of which I will tell a trifle more at length.
 
We took horse early, and passed first by the house of Shaws, where it stood smokeless in a great field of white frost, for it was yet early in the day. Here Prestongrange alighted down, gave me his horse, and proceeded alone to visit my uncle. My heart, I remember, swelled¹² up bitter within me at the sight of that bare house and the thought of the old miser¹³ sitting chittering within in the cold kitchen.
 
"There is my home," said I. "And my family."
 
"Poor David Balfour!" said Miss Grant.
 
What passed during the visit I have never heard; but it would doubtless not be very agreeable to Ebenezer; for when the Advocate came forth¹⁴ again his face was dark.
 
"I think you will soon be the laird indeed, Mr. Davie," says he, turning half about with the one foot in the stirrup.
 
"I will never pretend sorrow," said I; and, to say the truth, during his absence Miss Grant and I had been embellishing¹⁵ the place in fancy with plantations¹⁶, parterres, and a terrace, much as I have since carried out in fact.
 
Thence we pushed to the Queensferry, where Rankeillor gave us a good welcome, being indeed out of the [pg 255]body to receive so great a visitor. Here the Advocate was so unaffectedly good as to go quite fully¹⁸ over my affairs, sitting perhaps two hours with the Writer in his study, and expressing (I was told) a great esteem¹⁹ for myself and concern for my fortunes. To while this time, Miss Grant and I and young Rankeillor took boat and passed the Hope to Limekilns. Rankeillor made himself very ridiculous (and, I thought offensive) with his admiration²⁰ for the young lady, and to my wonder (only it is so common a weakness of her sex) she seemed, if anything, to be a little gratified. One use it had: for when we were come to the other side, she laid her commands on him to mind the boat, while she and I passed a little further to the ale-house. This was her own thought, for she had been taken with my account of Alison Hastie, and desired to see the lass herself. We found her once more alone--indeed, I believe her father wrought all day in the fields--and she curtsied dutifully to the gentry-folk and the beautiful young lady in the riding coat.
 
"Is this all the welcome I am to get?" said I, holding out my hand. "And have you no more memory of old friends?"
 
"Keep me! wha's this of it?" she cried, and then, "God's truth, it's the tautit[19] laddie!"
 
"The very same," says I.
 
"Mony's the time I've thocht upon you and your [pg 256]freen, and blythe am I to see in your braws,"[20] she cried. "Though I kent ye were come to your ain folk by the grand present that ye sent me and that I thank ye for with a' my heart."
 
"There," said Miss Grant to me, "run out by with ye, like a good bairn. I didnae come here to stand and hand a candle; it's her and me that are to crack."
 
I suppose she stayed ten minutes in the house, but when she came forth I observed two things--that her eyes were reddened, and a silver brooch was gone out of her bosom²¹. This very much affected¹⁷ me.
 
"I never saw you so well adorned," said I.
 
"O Davie man, dinna be a pompous²² gowk!" said she, and was more than usually sharp to me the remainder of the day.
 
About candlelight we came home from this excursion.
 
For a good while I heard nothing further of Catriona: my Miss Grant remaining quite impenetrable, and stopping my mouth with pleasantries. At last, one day that she returned from walking and found me alone in the parlour over my French, I thought there was something unusual in her looks; the colour heightened, the eyes sparkling high, and a bit of a smile continually bitten in as she regarded me. She seemed indeed like the very spirit of mischief²³, and walking briskly in the room, had soon involved me in a kind of quarrel over nothing and (at the least) with nothing intended on my [pg 257]side. I was like Christian²⁴ in the slough²⁵; the more I tried to clamber out upon the side, the deeper I became involved; until at last I heard her declare, with a great deal of passion, that she would take that answer at the hands of none, and I must down upon my knees for pardon.
 
The causelessness of all this fuff stirred my own bile. "I have said nothing you can properly object to," said I, "and as for my knees, that is an attitude I keep for God."
 
"And as a goddess I am to be served!" she cried, shaking her brown locks at me and with a bright colour. "Every man that comes within waft²⁶ of my petticoats shall use me so!"
 
"I will go so far as ask your pardon for the fashion's sake, although I vow²⁷ I know not why," I replied. "But for these play-acting postures²⁸, you can go to others."
 
"O Davie!" she said. "Not if I was to beg you?"
 
I bethought me I was fighting with a woman, which is the same as to say a child, and that upon a point entirely formal.
 
"I think it a bairnly thing," I said, "not worthy²⁹ in you to ask, or me to render. Yet I will not refuse you, neither," said I; "and the stain, if there be any, rests with yourself." And at that I kneeled fairly down.
 
"There!" she cried. "There is the proper station, there is where I have been manoeuvring to bring you." [pg 258]And then, suddenly, "Kep,"[21] said she, flung me a folded billet, and ran from the apartment laughing.
 
The billet had neither place nor date. "Dear Mr. David," it began, "I get your news continually by my cousin, Miss Grant, and it is a pleisand hearing. I am very well, in a good place, among good folk, but necessitated³⁰ to be quite private, though I am hoping that at long last we may meet again. All your friendships have been told me by my loving cousin, who loves us both. She bids me to send you this writing, and oversees³¹ the same. I will be asking you to do all her commands, and rest your affectionate friend, Catriona Macgregor-Drummond. P.S.--Will you not see my cousin, Allardyce?"
 
I think it not the least brave of my campaigns (as the soldiers say) that I should have done as I was here bidden and gone forthright³² to the house by Dean. But the old lady was now entirely changed and supple³³ as a glove. By what means Miss Grant had brought this round I could never guess; I am sure at least, she dared not to appear openly in the affair, for her papa was compromised in it pretty deep. It was he, indeed, who had persuaded Catriona to leave, or rather, not to return, to her cousin's, placing her instead with a family of Gregorys, decent people, quite at the Advocate's disposition³⁴, and in whom she might have the more confidence because they were of her own clan³⁵ and family. [pg 259]These kept her private till all was ripe, heated and helped her to attempt her father's rescue, and after she was discharged from prison received her again into the same secrecy³⁶. Thus Prestongrange obtained and used his instrument; nor did there leak out the smallest word of his acquaintance with the daughter of James More. There was some whispering, of course, upon the escape of that discredited³⁷ person; but the Government replied by a show of rigour, one of the cell porters was flogged, the lieutenant³⁸ of the guard (my poor friend, Dunc............