Carries no favour in it but Bertram's;
I am undone, there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away.
--All's Well that Ends Well.
At the hour which he had appointed the preceding evening the
indefatigable lawyer was seated by a good fire and a pair of wax
candles, with a velvet cap on his head and a quilted silk
nightgown on his person, busy arranging his memoranda of proofs
and indications concerning the murder of Frank Kennedy. An express
had also been despatched to Mr. Mac-Morlan, requesting his
attendance at Woodbourne as soon as possible on business of
importance. Dinmont, fatigued with the events of the evening
before, and finding the accommodations of Woodbourne much
preferable to those of Mac-Guffog, was in no hurry to rise. The
impatience of Bertram might have put him earlier in motion, but
Colonel Mannering had intimated an intention to visit him in his
apartment in the morning, and he did not choose to leave it.
Before this interview he had dressed himself, Barnes having, by
his master's orders, supplied him with every accommodation of
linen, etc., and now anxiously waited the promised visit of his
In a short time a gentle tap announced the Colonel, with whom
Bertram held a long and satisfactory conversation. Each, however,
concealed from the other one circumstance. Mannering could not
bring himself to acknowledge the astrological prediction; and
Bertram was, from motives which may be easily conceived, silent
respecting his love for Julia. In other respects their intercourse
was frank and grateful to both, and had latterly, upon the
Colonel's part, even an approach to cordiality. Bertram carefully
measured his own conduct by that of his host, and seemed rather to
receive his offered kindness with gratitude and pleasure than to
press for it with solicitation.
Miss Bertram was in the breakfast-parlour when Sampson shuffled
in, his face all radiant with smiles--a circumstance so uncommon
that Lucy's first idea was that somebody had been bantering him
with an imposition, which had thrown him into this ecstasy. Having
sate for some time rolling his eyes and gaping with his mouth like
the great wooden head at Merlin's exhibition, he at length began--
'And what do you think of him, Miss Lucy?'
'Think of whom, Mr. Sampson?' asked the young lady.
'Of Har--no--of him that you know about?' again demanded the
'That I know about?' replied Lucy, totally at a loss to comprehend
'Yes, the stranger, you know, that came last evening, in the post
vehicle; he who shot young Hazelwood, ha, ha, ha!' burst forth the
Dominie, with a laugh that sounded like neighing.
'Indeed, Mr. Sampson,' said his pupil, 'you have chosen a strange
subject for mirth; I think nothing about the man, only I hope the
outrage was accidental, and that we need not fear a repetition of
'Accidental! ha, ha, ha!' again whinnied Sampson.
'Really, Mr. Sampson,' said Lucy, somewhat piqued, 'you are
unusually gay this morning.'
'Yes, of a surety I am! ha, ha, ho! face-ti-ous, ho, ho, ha!'
'So unusually facetious, my dear sir,' pursued the young lady,
'that I would wish rather to know the meaning of your mirth than
to be amused with its effects only.'
'You shall know it, Miss Lucy,' replied poor Abel. 'Do you
remember your brother?'
'Good God, how can you ask me? No one knows better than you he was
lost the very day I was born.'
'Very true, very true,' answered the Dominie, saddening at the
recollection; 'I was strangely oblivious; ay, ay! too true. But
you remember your worthy father?'
'How should you doubt it, Mr. Sampson? it is not so many weeks
'True, true; ay, too true,' replied the Dominie, his Houyhnhnm
laugh sinking into a hysterical giggle. 'I will be facetious no
more under these remembrances; but look at that young man!'
Bertram at this instant entered the room. 'Yes, look at him well,
he is your father's living image; and as God has deprived you of
your dear parents--O, my children, love one another!'
'It is indeed my father's face and form,' said Lucy, turning very
pale. Bertram ran to support her, the Dominie to fetch water to
throw upon her face (which in his haste he took from the boiling
tea-urn), when fortunately her colour, returning rapidly, saved
her from the application of this ill-judged remedy. 'I conjure you
to tell me, Mr. Sampson,' she said, in an interrupted yet solemn
voice, 'is this my brother?'
'It is, it is! Miss Lucy, it is little Harry Bertram, as sure as
God's sun is in that heaven!'
'And this is my sister?' said Bertram, giving way to all that
family affection which had so long slumbered in his bosom for want
of an object to expand itself upon.
'It is, it is!--it is Miss Lucy Bertram,' ejaculated Sampson,
'whom by my poor aid you will find perfect in the tongues of
France and Italy, and even of Spain, in reading and writing her
vernacular tongue, and in arithmetic and book-keeping by double
and single entry. I say nothing of her talents of shaping and
hemming and governing a household, which, to give every one their
due, she acquired not from me but from the housekeeper; nor do I
take merit for her performance upon stringed instruments,
whereunto the instructions of an honourable young lady of virtue
and modesty, and very facetious withal--Miss Julia Mannering--hath
not meanly contributed. Suum cuique tribuito.'
'You, then,' said Bertram to his sister, 'are all that remains to
me! Last night, but more fully this morning, Colonel Mannering
gave me an account of our family misfortunes, though without
saying I should find my sister here.'
'That,' said Lucy, 'he left to this gentleman to tell you--one of
the kindest and most faithful of friends, who soothed my father's
long sickness, witnessed his dying moments, and amid the heaviest
clouds of fortune would not desert his orphan.'
'God bless him for it!' said Bertram, shaking the Dominie's hand;'
he deserves the love with which I have always regarded even that
dim and imperfect shadow of his memory which my childhood
'And God bless you both, my dear children!' said Sampson; 'if it
had not been for your sake I would have been contented--had
Heaven's pleasure so been--to lay my head upon the turf beside my
'But I trust,' said Bertram--'I am encouraged to hope, we shall
all see better days. All our wrongs shall be redressed, since
Heaven has sent me means and friends to assert my right.'
'Friends indeed!' echoed the Dominie, 'and sent, as you truly say,
by HIM to whom I early taught you to look up as the source of all
that is good. There is the great Colonel Mannering from the
Eastern Indies, a man of war from his birth upwards, but who is
not the less a man of great erudition, considering his imperfect
opportunities; and there is, moreover, the great advocate Mr.
Pleydell, who is also a man of great erudition, but who descendeth
to trifles unbeseeming thereof; and there is Mr. Andrew Dinmont,
whom I do not understand to have possession of much erudition, but
who, like the patriarchs of old, is cunning in that which
belongeth to flocks and herds; lastly, there is even I myself,
whose opportunities of collecting erudition, as they have been
greater than those of the aforesaid valuable persons, have not, if
it becomes me to speak, been pretermitted by me, in so far as my
poor faculties have enabled me to profit by them. Of a surety,
little Harry, we must speedily resume our studies. I will begin
from the foundation. Yes, I will reform your education upward from
the true knowledge of English grammar even to that of the Hebrew
or Chaldaic tongue.'
The reader may observe that upon this occasion Sampson was
infinitely more profuse of words than he had hitherto exhibited
himself. The reason was that, in recovering his pupil, his mind
went instantly back to their original connexion, and he had, in
his confusion of ideas, the strongest desire in the world to
resume spelling lessons and half-text with young Bertram. This was
the more ridiculous, as towards Lucy he assumed no such powers of
tuition. But she had grown up under his eye, and had been
gradually emancipated from his government by increase in years and
knowledge, and a latent sense of his own inferior tact in manners,
whereas his first ideas went to take up Harry pretty nearly where
he had left him. From the same feelings of reviving authority he
indulged himself in what was to him a profusion of language; and
as people seldom speak more than usual without exposing
themselves, he gave those whom he addressed plainly to understand
that, while he deferred implicitly to the opinions and commands,
if they chose to impose them, of almost every one whom he met
with, it was under an internal conviction that in the article of
eru-di-ti-on, as he usually pronounced the word, he was infinitely
superior to them all put together. At present, however, this
intimation fell upon heedless ears, for the brother and sister
were too deeply engaged in asking and receiving intelligence
concerning their former fortunes to attend much to the worthy
Dominie. When Colonel Mannering left Bertram he went to Julia's
dressing-room and dismissed her attendant. 'My dear sir,' she said
as he entered, 'you have forgot our vigils last night, and have
hardly allowed me time to comb my hair, although you must be
sensible how it stood on end at the various wonders which took
'It is with the inside of your head that I have some business at
present, Julia; I will return the outside to the care of your Mrs.
Mincing in a few minutes.'
'Lord, papa,' replied Miss Mannering, 'think how entangled all my
ideas are, and you to propose to comb them out in a few minutes!
If Mincing were to do so in her department she would tear half the
hair out of my head.'
'Well then, tell me,' said the Colonel, 'where the entanglement
lies, which I will try to extricate with due gentleness?'
'O, everywhere,' said the young lady; 'the whole is a wild dream.'
'Well then, I will try to unriddle it.' He gave a brief sketch of
the fate and prospects of Bertram, to which Julia listened with an
interest which she in vain endeavoured to disguise. 'Well,'
concluded her father, 'are your ideas on the subject more
'More confused than ever, my dear sir,' said Julia. 'Here is this
young man come from India, after he had been supposed dead, like
Aboulfouaris the great voyager to his sister Canzade and his
provident brother Hour. I am wrong in the story, I believe--
Canzade was his wife; but Lucy may represent the one and the
Dominie the other. And then this lively crack-brained Scotch
lawyer appears like a pantomime at the end of a tragedy. And then
how delightful it will be if Lucy gets back her fortune.'
'Now I think,' said the Colonel, 'that the most mysterious part of
the business is, that Miss Julia Mannering, who must have known
her father's anxiety about the fate of this young man Brown, or
Bertram, as we must now call him, should have met him when
Hazlewood's accident took place, and never once mentioned to her
father a word of the matter, but suffered the search to proceed
against this young gentleman as a suspicious character and
Julia, much of whose courage had been hastily assumed to meet the
interview with her father, was now unable to rally herself; she
hung down her head in silence, after in vain attempting to utter a
denial that she recollected Brown when she met him.
'No answer! Well, Julia,' continued her father, gravely but
kindly, 'allow me to ask you, Is this the only time you have seen
Brown since his return from India? Still no answer. I must then
naturally suppose that it is not the first time. Still no reply.
Julia Mannering, will you have the kindness to answer me? Was it
this young man who came under your window and conversed with you
during your residence at Mervyn Hall? Julia, I command--I entreat
you to be candid.'
Miss Mannering raised her head. 'I have been, sir--I believe I am
still--very foolish; and it is perhaps more hard upon me that I
must meet this gentleman, who has been, though not the cause
entirely, yet the accomplice, of my folly, in your presence.' Here
she made a full stop.
'I am to understand, then,' said Mannering, 'that this was the
author of the serenade at Mervyn Hall?'
There was something in this allusive change of epithet that gave
Julia a little more courage. 'He was indeed, sir; and if I am very
wrong, as I have often thought, I have some apology.'
'And what is that?' answered the Colonel, speaking quick, and with
something of harshness.
'I will not venture to name it, sir; but (she opened a small
cabinet, and put some letters into his hands) I will give you
these, that you may see how this intimacy began, and by whom it
Mannering took the packet to the window--his pride forbade a more
distant retreat. He glanced at some passages of the letters with
an unsteady eye and an agitated mind; his stoicism, however, came
in time to his aid--that philosophy which, rooted in pride, yet
frequently bears the fruits of virtue. He returned towards his
daughter with as firm an air as his feelings permitted him to
'There is great apology for you, Julia, as far as I can judge from
a glance at these letters; you have obeyed at least one parent.
Let us adopt a Scotch proverb the Dominie quoted the other day--
"Let bygones be bygones, and fair play for the future." I will
never upbraid you with your past want of confidence; do you judge
of my future intentions by my actions, of which hitherto you have
surely had no reason to complain. Keep these letters; they were
never intended for my eye, and I would not willingly read more of
them than I have done, at your desire and for your exculpation.
And now, are we friends? Or rather, do you understand me?'
'O, my dear, generous father,' said Julia, throwing herself into
his arms, 'why have I ever for an instant misunderstood you?'
'No more of that, Julia,' said the Colonel; 'we have both been to
blame. He that is too proud to vindicate the affection and
confidence which he conceives should be given without
solicitation, must meet much, and perhaps deserved, disappointment.
It is enough that one dearest and most regretted member of my family
has gone to the grave without knowing me; let me not lose the
confidence of a child who ought to love me if she really loves herself.'
'O, no danger, no fear!' answered Julia; 'let me but have your
approbation and my own, and there is no rule you can prescribe so
severe that I will not follow.'
'Well, my love,' kissing her forehead, 'I trust we shall not call
upon you for anything too heroic. With respect to this young
gentleman's addresses, I expect in the first place that all
clandestine correspondence, which no young woman can entertain for
a moment without lessening herself in her own eyes and in those of
her lover--I request, I say, that clandestine correspondence of
every kind may be given up, and that you will refer Mr. Bertram to
me for the reason. You will naturally wish to know what is to be
the issue of such a reference. In the first place, I desire to
observe this young gentleman's character more closely than
circumstances, and perhaps my own prejudices, have permitted
formerly. I should also be glad to see his birth established. Not
that I am anxious about his getting the estate of Ellangowan,
though such a subject is held in absolute indifference nowhere
except in a novel; but certainly Henry Bertram, heir of
Ellangowan, whether possessed of the property of his ancestors or
not, is a very different person from Vanbeest Brown, the son of
nobody at all. His fathers, Mr. Pleydell tells me, are
distinguished in history as following the banners of their native
princes, while our own fought at Cressy and Poirtiers. In short, I
neither give nor withhold my approbation, but I expect you will
redeem past errors; and, as you can now unfortunately only have
recourse to ONE parent, that you will show the duty of a child by
reposing that confidence in me which I will say my inclination to
make you happy renders a filial debt upon your part.'
The first part of this speech affected Julia a good deal, the
comparative merit of the ancestors of the Bertrams and Mannerings
excited a secret smile, but the conclusion was such as to soften a
heart peculiarly open to the feelings of generosity. 'No, my dear
sir,' she said, extending her hand,' receive my faith, that from
this moment you shall be the first person consulted respecting
what shall pass in future between Brown--I mean Bertram--and me;
and that no engagement shall be undertaken by me excepting what
you shall immediately know and approve of. May I ask if Mr.
Bertram is to continue a guest at Woodbourne?'
'Certainly,' said the Colonel, 'while his affairs render it
'Then, sir, you must be sensible, considering what is already
past, that he will expect some reason for my withdrawing, I
believe I must say the encouragement, which he may think I have
'I expect, Julia,' answered Mannering, 'that he will respect my
roof, and entertain some sense perhaps of the services I am
desirous to render him, and so will not insist upon any course of
conduct of which I might have reason to complain; and I expect of
you that you will make him sensible of what is due to both.'
'Then, sir, I understand you, and you shall be implicitly obeyed.'
'Thank you, my love; my anxiety (kissing her) is on your account.
Now wipe these witnesses from your eyes, and so to breakfast.'