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CHAPTER XXIX WE MEET IN DUNKIRK
 Altogether, then, I was scarce so miserable1 the next days but what I had many hopeful and happy snatches; threw myself with a good deal of constancy upon my studies; and made out to endure the time till Alan should arrive, or I might hear word of Catriona by the means of James More. I had altogether three letters in the time of our separation. One was to announce their arrival in the town of Dunkirk in France, from which place James shortly after started alone upon a private mission. This was to England and to see Lord Holderness; and it has always been a bitter thought that my good money helped to pay the charges of the same. But he has need of a long spoon who sups with the deil, or James More either. During this absence, the time was to fall due for another letter; and as the letter was the condition of his stipend2, he had been so careful as prepare it beforehand and leave it with Catriona to be despatched. The fact of our correspondence aroused her suspicions, and he was no sooner gone than she had burst the seal. What I received began accordingly in the writing of James More:  
[pg 372]"My dear Sir,--Your esteemed3 favour came to hand duly, and I have to acknowledge the inclosure according to agreement. It shall be all faithfully expended4 on my daughter, who is well, and desires to be remembered to her dear friend. I find her in rather a melancholy5 disposition6, but trusts in the mercy of Grod to see her re-established. Our manner of life is very much alone, but we solace7 ourselves with the melancholy tunes8 of our native mountains, and by walking upon the margin9 of the sea that lies next to Scotland. It was better days with me when I lay with five wounds upon my body on the field of Gladsmuir. I have found employment here in the haras of a French nobleman, where my experience is valued. But, my dear Sir, the wages are so exceedingly unsuitable that I would be ashamed to mention them, which makes your remittances10 the more necessary to my daughter's comfort, though I daresay the sight of old friends would be still better.
 
"My dear Sir, "Your affectionate obedient servant,
 
"JAMES MACGREGOR DRUMMOND."
 
Below it began again in the hand of Catriona:--
 
"Do not be believing him, it is all lies together.
"C.M.D."
Not only did she add this postcript, but I think she must have come near suppressing the letter; for it came long after date, and was closely followed by the third. In the time betwixt them, Alan had arrived, and made another life to me with his merry conversation; I had been presented to his cousin of the Scots-Dutch, a man that drank more than I could have thought possible and [pg 373]was not otherwise of interest; I had been entertained to many jovial11 dinners and given some myself, all with no great change upon my sorrow; and we two (by which I mean Alan and myself, and not at all the cousin) had discussed a good deal the nature of my relations with James More and his daughter. I was naturally diffident to give particulars; and this disposition was not anyway lessened12 by the nature of Alan's commentary upon those I gave.
 
"I cannae make head nor tail of it," he would say, "but it sticks in my mind ye've made a gowk of yourself. There's few people that has had more experience than Alan Breck; and I can never call to mind to have heard tell of a lassie like this one of yours. The way that you tell it, the thing's fair impossible. Ye must have made a terrible hash of the business, David."
 
"There are whiles that I am of the same mind," said I.
 
"The strange thing is that ye seem to have a kind of a fancy for her too!" said Alan.
 
"The biggest kind, Alan," said I, "and I think I'll take it to my grave with me."
 
"Well, ye beat me, whatever!" he would conclude.
 
I showed him the letter with Catriona's postcript. "And here again!" he cried. "Impossible to deny a kind of decency14 to this Catriona, and sense forby! As for James More, the man's as boss as a drum; he's [pg 374]just a wame and a wheen words; though I'll can never deny that he fought reasonably well at Gladsmuir, and it's true what he says here about the five wounds. But the loss of him is that the man's boss."
 
"Ye see, Alan," said I, "it goes against the grain with me to leave the maid in such poor hands."
 
"Ye couldnae weel find poorer," he admitted. "But what are ye to do with it? It's this way about a man and a woman, ye see, Davie: The weemenfolk have got no kind of reason to them. Either they like the man, and then a' goes fine; or else they just detest15 him, and ye may spare your breath--ye can do naething. There's just the two sets of them--them that would sell their coats for ye, and them that never look the road ye're on. That's a' that there is to women; and you seem to be such a gomeral that ye cannae tell the tane frae the tither."
 
"Well, and I'm afraid that's true for me," said I.
 
"And yet there's naething easier!" cried Alan. "I could easy learn ye the science of the thing; but ye seem to me to be born blind, and there's where the diffeeculty comes in!"
 
"And can you no help me?" I asked, "you that's so clever at the trade?"
 
"Ye see, David, I wasnae here," said he. "I'm like a field officer that has naebody but blind men for scouts16 and éclaireurs; and what would he ken17? But it sticks in my mind that ye'll have made some kind [pg 375]of bauchle; and if I was you, I would have a try at her again."
 
"Would ye so, man Alan?" said I.
 
"I would e'en't," says he.
 
The third letter came to my hand while we were deep in some such talk; and it will be seen how pat it fell to the occasion. James professed18 to be in some concern upon his daughter's health, which I believe was never better; abounded19 in kind expressions to myself; and finally proposed that I should visit them at Dunkirk.
 
"You will now be enjoying the society of my old comrade, Mr. Stewart," he wrote. "Why not accompany him so far in his return to France? I have something very particular for Mr. Stewart's ear; and, at any rate, I would be pleased to meet in with an old fellow-soldier and one so mettle20 as himself. As for you, my dear sir, my daughter and I would be proud to receive our benefactor21, whom we regard as a brother and a son. The French nobleman has proved a person of the most filthy22 avarice23 of character, and I have been necessitate24 to leave the haras. You will find us, in consequence, a little poorly lodged25 in the auberge of a man Bazin on the dunes26............
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