once in the day to a particular place where I might be able to communicate with him, either in my own person or by messenger. In the meanwhile, I was to seek out a lawyer, who was an Appin Stewart, and a man therefore to be wholly trusted; and it should be his part to find a ship and to arrange for Alan’s safe embarkation. No sooner was this business done, than the words seemed to leave us; and though I would seek to jest with Alan under the name of Mr. Thomson, and he with me on my new clothes and my estate, you could feel very well that we were nearer tears than laughter.
We came the by-way over the hill of Corstorphine; and when we got near to the place called Rest-and-be-Thankful, and looked down on Corstorphine bogs and over to the city and the castle on the hill, we both stopped, for we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted. Here he repeated to me once again what had been agreed upon between us: the address of the lawyer, the daily hour at which Alan might be found, and the signals that were to be made by any that came seeking him. Then I gave what money I had (a guinea or two of Rankeillor’s) so that he should not starve in the meanwhile; and then we stood a space, and looked over at Edinburgh in silence.
“Well, goodbye,” said Alan, and held out his left hand.
“Goodbye,” said I, and gave the hand a little grasp, and went off down hill.
Neither one of us looked the other in the face, nor so long as he was in my view did I take one back glance at the friend I was leaving. But as I went on my way to the city, I felt so lost and lonesome, that I could have found it in my heart to sit down by the dyke, and cry and weep like any baby.
It was coming near noon when I passed in by the West Kirk and the Grassmarket into the streets of the capital. The huge height of the buildings, running up to ten and fifteen storeys, the narrow arched entries that continually vomited passengers, the wares of the merchants in their windows, the hubbub and endless stir, the foul smells and the fine clothes, and a hundred other particulars too small to mention, struck me into a kind of stupor of surprise, so that I let the crowd carry me to and fro; and yet all the time what I was thinking of was Alan at Rest-and-be-Thankful; and all the time (although you would think I would not choose but be delighted with these braws and novelties) there was a cold gnawing in my inside like a remorse for something wrong.
The hand of Providence brought me in my drifting to the very doors of the British Linen Company’s bank.
Catriona
Chapter I. A Beggar on Horseback
Chapter II. The Highland Writer
Chapter IV. Lord Advocate Prestongrange
Chapter V. In the Advocate’s House
Chapter VI. Umquile the Master of Lovat
Chapter VII. I Make a Fault in Honour
Chapter IX. The Heather on Fire
Chapter XI. The Wood by Silvermills
Chapter XII. On the March again with Alan
Chapter XV. Black Andie’s Tale of Tod Lapraik
Chapter XVI. The Missing Witness
Chapter XIX. I Am Much in the Hands of the Ladies
Chapter XX. I Continue to Move in Good Society
Chapter XXI. The Voyage into Holland
Chapter XXIII. Travels in Holland
Chapter XXIV. Full Story of a Copy of Heineccius
Chapter XXV. The Return of James More
