Warlock o Glenwarlock | Page 7

part against the opposing
faction--namely the grandmother.
A second seat--not over easy, but comfortable enough, being simply a
wide arm-chair of elm, with a cushion covered in horse-hair, stood at
the opposite corner of the fire. This was the laird's seat, at the moment,
as generally all the morning till dinner-time, empty: Cosmo, not once
looking up, walked straight to it, diagonally across the floor, and seated
himself like one verily lost in thought. Now and then, as she peeled,
Grizzie would cast a keen glance at him out of her bright blue eyes,
round whose fire the wrinkles had gathered like ashes: those eyes were
sweet and pleasant, and the expression of her face was one of lovely
devotion; but otherwise she was far from beautiful. She gave a grim

smile to herself every time she glanced up at him from her potatoes, as
much as to say she knew well enough what he was thinking, though no
one else did. "He'll be a man yet!" she said to herself.
The old lady also now and then looked over her Stocking at the boy,
where he sat with his back to the white deal dresser, ornate with
homeliest dishes.
"It'll be lang or ye fill that chair, Cossie, my man!" she said at
length,--but not with the smile of play, rather with the look of
admonition, as if it was the boy's first duty to grow in breadth in order
to fill the chair, and restore the symmetry of the world.
Cosmo glanced up, but did not speak, and presently was lost again in
the thoughts from which his grandmother had roused him as one is
roused by a jolt on the road.
"What are you dreaming about, Cossie?" she said again, in a tone
wavering but imperative.
Her speech was that of a gentlewoman of the old time, when the
highest born in Scotland spoke Scotch.
Not yet did Cosmo reply. Reverie does not agree well with manners,
but it would besides have been hard for him to answer the old lady's
question--not that he did not know something at least of what was
going on in his mind, but that, he knew instinctively, it would have
sounded in her ears no hair better than the jabber of Jule Sandy.
"Mph!" she said, offended at his silence; "Ye'll hae to learn manners
afore ye're laird o' Glenwarlock, young Cosmo!"
A shadow of indignation passed over Grizzie's rippled, rather than
wrinkled face, but she said nothing. There was a time to speak and a
time to be silent; nor was Grizzie indebted to Solomon, but to her own
experience and practice, for the wisdom of the saw. Only the pared
potatoes splashed louder in the water as they fell. And the old lady
knew as well what that meant, as if the splashes had been articulate
sounds from the mouth of the old partisan.
The boy rose, and coming forward, rather like one walking in his sleep,
stood up before his grandmother, and said,
"What was ye sayin', gran'mamma?"
"I was sayin' what ye wadna hearken till, an that's enouch," she
answered, willing to show offence.
"Say 't again, gran'mamma, if you please. I wasna noticin'."

"Na! Is' warran' ye frae noticin'! There ye winna gang, whaur yer ain
fule fancy does na lead the w'y. Cosmo, by gie ower muckle tether to
wull thoucht, an' someday ye'll be laid i' the dub, followin' what has
naither sense intil't, nor this warl's gude. --What was ye thinkin' aboot
the noo?--Tell me that, an' Is' lat ye gang."
"I was thinkin' aboot the burnie, gran'mamma."
"It wad be tellin' ye to lat the burnie rin, an' stick to yer buik, laddie!"
"The burnie wull rin, gran'mamma, and the buik 'ill bide," said Cosmo,
perhaps not very clearly understanding himself.
"Ye're gettin' on to be a man, noo," said his grandmother, heedless of
the word of his defence, "an' ye maun learn to put awa' bairnly things.
There's a heap depen'in' upo' ye, Cosmo. Ye'll be the fift o' the name i'
the family, an' I'm feart ye may be the last. It's but sma' honour, laddie,
to ony man to be the last; an' gien ye dinna gaither the wit ye hae, and
du the best ye can, ye winna lang be laird o' Glenwarlock. Gien it
wasna for Grizzie there, wha has no richt to owerhear the affairs o' the
family, I micht think the time had come for enlichtenin' ye upo' things
it's no shuitable ye should gang ignorant o'. But we'll put it aff till a
mair convenient sizzon, atween oor ain twa lanes."
"An' a mair convanient spokesman, I houp, my leddy," said Grizzie,
deeply offended.
"An' wha sud that be?" rejoined her mistress.
"Ow, wha but the