I was called on the morrow out of a late and troubled slumber¹ by a knocking on my door, ran to open it, and had almost swooned with the contrariety of my feelings, mostly painful; for on the threshold, in a rough wrapraseal and an extraordinary big laced hat, there stood James More.  
I ought to have been glad perhaps without admixture, for there was a sense in which the man came like an answer to prayer. I had been saying till my head was weary that Catriona and I must separate, and looking till my head ached for any possible means of separation. Here were the means come to me upon two legs, and joy was the hindmost of my thoughts. It is to be considered, however, that even if the weight of the future were lifted off me by the man's arrival, the present heaved up the more black and menacing; so that, as I first stood before him in my shirt and breeches, I believe I took a leaping step backward like a person shot.
 
"Ah," said he, "I have found you, Mr. Balfour." And offered me his large, fine hand, the which (recovering [pg 327]at the same time my post in the doorway², as if with some thought of resistance) I took him by doubtfully. "It is a remarkable³ circumstance how our affairs appear to intermingle," he continued. "I am owing you an apology for an unfortunate intrusion upon yours, which I suffered myself to be entrapped⁴ into by my confidence in that false-face, Prestongrange; I think shame to own to you that I was ever trusting to a lawyer." He shrugged⁵ his shoulders with a very French air. "But indeed the man is very plausible," says he. "And now it seems that you have busied yourself handsomely in the matter of my daughter, for whose direction I was remitted⁶ to yourself."
 
"I think, sir," said I, with a very painful air, "that it will be necessary we two should have an explanation."
 
"There is nothing amiss?" he asked. "My agent, Mr. Sprott--"
 
"For God's sake moderate your voice!" I cried. "She must not hear till we have had an explanation."
 
"She is in this place?" cries he.
 
"That is her chamber⁷ door," said I.
 
"You are here with her alone?" he asked.
 
"And who else would I have got to stay with us?" cries I.
 
I will do him the justice to admit that he turned pale.
 
[pg 328]"This is very unusual," said he. "This is a very unusual circumstance. You are right, we must hold an explanation."
 
So saying, he passed me by, and I must own the tall old rogue⁸ appeared at that moment extraordinary dignified⁹. He had now, for the first time, the view of my chamber, which I scanned (I may say) with his eyes. A bit of morning sun glinted in by the window pane¹⁰, and showed it off; my bed, my mails, and washing dish, with some disorder¹¹ of my clothes, and the unlighted chimney, made the only plenishing; no mistake but it looked bare and cold, and the most unsuitable, beggarly place conceivable to harbour a young lady. At the same time came in on my mind the recollection of the clothes that I had bought for her; and I thought this contrast of poverty and prodigality¹² bore an ill appearance.
 
He looked all about the chamber for a seat, and finding nothing else to his purpose except my bed, took a place upon the side of it; where, after I had closed the door, I could not very well avoid joining him. For however this extraordinary interview might end, it must pass if possible without waking Catriona; and the one thing needful was that we should sit close and talk low. But I can scarce picture what a pair we made; he in his great coat which the coldness of my chamber made extremely suitable; I shivering in my shirt and breeks; he with very much the air of a judge; and I (whatever [pg 329]I looked) with very much the feelings of a man who has heard the last trumpet¹³.
 
"Well?" says he.
 
And "Well" I began, but found myself unable to go further.
 
"You tell me she is here?" said he again, but now with a spice of impatiency that seemed to brace¹⁴ me up.
 
"She is in this house," said I, "and I knew the circumstance would be called unusual. But you are to consider how very unusual the whole business was from the beginning. Here is a young lady landed on the coast of Europe with two shillings and a penny halfpenny. She is directed to yon man Sprott in Helvoet. I hear you call him your agent. All I can say is he could do nothing but damn and swear at the mere¹⁵ mention of your name, and I must fee him out of my own pocket even to receive the custody¹⁶ of her effects, You speak of unusual circumstances, Mr. Drummond, if that be the name you prefer. Here was a circumstance, if you like, to which it was barbarity to have exposed her."
 
"But this is what I cannot understand the least," said James. "My daughter was placed into the charge of some responsible persons, whose names I have forgot."
 
"Gebbie was the name," said I; "and there is no doubt that Mr. Gebbie should have gone ashore¹⁷ with her at Helvoet. But he did not, Mr. Drummond; and [pg 330]I think you might praise God that I was there to offer in his place."
 
"I shall have a word to say to Mr. Gebbie before done," said he. "As for yourself, I think it might have occurred that you were somewhat young for such a post."
 
"But the choice was not between me and somebody else, it was between me and nobody," I cried. "Nobody offered in my place, and I must say I think you show a very small degree of gratitude¹⁸ to me that did."
 
"I shall wait until I understand my obligation a little more in the particular," says he.
 
"Indeed, and I think it stares you in the face, then," said I. "Your child was deserted¹⁹, she was clean flung away in the midst of Europe, with scarce two shillings, and not two words of any lan............