THE

HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN.

VOLUME IV.

CHAPTER I.

So soon as I can win the offended King
I will be known your advocate.

Cymbeline.

THE duke of Argyle led the way in silence to the small postern by which they had been admitted into Richmond Park, so long the favourite residence of queen Caroline. It was opened by the same halfseen janitor, and they found themselves beyond the precincts of the royal demesne. Still not a word was spoken on either side. The duke probably wished to allow his rustic protegée time to recruit her faculties, dazzled and sunk with colloquy sublime; and betwixt what she had guessed, had heard, and had seen, Jeanie Deans's mind was too much agitated to permit her to ask any questions.

They found the carriage of the duke in the place where they had left it; and when they resumed their places, soon began to advance rapidly on their return to town.

"I think, Jeanie," said the duke, breaking silence, "you have every reason to congratulate yourself on the issue of your interview with her majesty."

"And that leddy was the queen hersell?" said Jeanie ; " I misdoubted it when I saw that your honour didna put on your hat--and yet I can hardly believe it, even when I heard her speak it hersell." "It was certainly queen Caroline," replied the duke. "Have you no curiosity to see what is in the little pocket-book?"

"Do you think the pardon will be in it, sir?" said Jeanie, with the eager animation of hope.

"Why, no," replied the duke; "that is unlikely. They seldom carry these things about them, unless they were likely to be wanted; and besides, her majesty told you it was the king, not she, who was to grant it."

"That is true too," said Jeanie; "but I am so confused in my mind--but does your honour think there is a certainty of Effie's pardon then ?" continued she, still holding in her hand the unopened pocketbook.

"Why, kings are kittle cattle to shoe behind, as we say in the north," replied the duke; but his wife knows his trim, and I have not the least doubt that the matter is quite certain."

O God be praised! God be praised!" ejaculated Jeanie; and may the gude leddy never want the heart's ease she has gi'en me at this moment--and God bless you too, my lord! without your help I wad ne'er hae won near her."

The duke let her dwell upon this subject for a considerable time, curious, perhaps, to see how long the feelings of gratitude would continue to supersede those of curiosity. But so feeble was the latter feeling in Jeanie's mind, that his grace, with whom, perhaps, it was for the time a little stronger, was obliged once more to bring forward the subject of the queen's present. It was opened accordingly. In the inside of the case were the usual assortment of silk and needles, with scissors, tweazers, &c.; and in the pocket was a bank-bill for fifty pounds.

The duke had no sooner informed Jeanie of the value

of this last document, for she was unaccustomed to see notes for such sums, than she expressed her regret at the mistake which had taken place. For the hussy itsell," she said," was a very valuable thing for a keepsake, with the queen's name written in the inside with her ain hand doubtless-Caroline-as plain as could be, and a crown drawn aboon it."

She therefore tendered the bill to the duke, requesting him to find some mode of returning it to the royal

owner.

"No, no, Jeanie," said the duke, "there is no mistake in the case. Her majesty knows you have been put to great expense, and she wishes to make it up to you."

"I am sure she is even over gude," said Jeanie, "and it glads me muckle that I can pay back Dumbiedikes his siller, without distressing my father, honest man."

"Dumbiedikes? What, a freeholder of Mid-Lothian is he not?" said his grace, whose occasional residence in that county made him acquainted with most of the heritors, as landed persons are termed in Scotland"He has a house not far from Dalkeith, wears a black wig and a laced hat?"

"Yes, sir," answered Jeanie, who had her reasons for being brief in her answers upon this topic.

"Ah! my old friend Dumbie!" said the duke; "I have thrice seen him fou, and only once heard the sound of his voice-Is he a cousin of yours, Jeanie ?" "No, sir, my lord."

"Then he must be a well-wisher, I suspect?"

"Ye-yes, my lord, sir," answered Jeanie, blushing, and with hesitation.

Aha! then if the laird starts, I suppose my friend Butler must be in some danger?"

"O no, sir," answered Jeanie much more readily, but at the same time blushing much more deeply.

"Well, Jeanie," said the duke," you are a girl may be safely trusted with your own matters, and I shall enquire no further about them. But as to this

same pardon, I must see to get it passed through the proper forms; and I have a friend in office who will, for auld lang syne, do me so much favour. And then, Jeanie, as I shall have occasion to send an express down to Scotland, who will travel with it safer and more swiftly than you can do, I will take care to have it put into the proper channel; meanwhile you may write to your friends by post of your good success."

"And does your honour think,” said Jeanie, “that will do as weel as I were to take my tap in my lap, and slip my ways hame again on my ain errand?"

"Much better, certainly," said the duke. " You know the roads are not very safe for a single woman to travel."

Jeanie internally acquiesced in this observation.

"And I have a plan for you besides. One of the duchess's attendants, and one of mine--your acquaintance Archibald—are going down to Inverara in a light calash, with four horses I have bought, and there is room enough in the carriage for you to go with them as far as Glasgow, where Archibald will find means of sending you safely to Edinburgh-and in the way, I beg you will teach the woman as much as you can of the mystery of cheese-making, for she is to have a charge in the diary, and I dare swear you are as tidy about your milk-pail as about your dress."

"Does your honour like cheese ?" said Jeanie, with a gleam of conscious delight as she asked the question. "Like it?" said the duke, whose good-nature anticipated what was to follow, cakes and cheese are a dinner for an emperor, let alone a Highlandman."

"Because," said Jeanie, with modest confidence, and great and evident self-congratulation," we have been thought so particular in making cheese, that some folk think it as good as the real Dunlop; and if your honour's grace wad but accept a stane or twa, blythe, and fain, and proud it wad make us. But maybe ye may like the ewe-milk or the Buckholmside cheese better; or maybe the gait-milk, as ye come frae the Highlands—and I canna pretend just to the same

skeel o' them; but my cousin Jean, that lives at Lockermachus in Lammermuir, I could speak to her,

and"

"Quite unnecessary," said the duke; "the Dunlop is the very cheese of which I am so fond, and I will take it as the greatest favour you can do me to send one to Caroline-Park. But remember, be on honour with it, Jeanie, and make it all yourself, for I am a real good judge."

“I am not feared," said Jeanie confidently," that I may please your honour: for I am sure you look as if you could hardly find fault wi' ony body that did their best; and weel is it my part, I trow, to do mine."

This discourse introduced a topic upon which the two travellers, though so different in rank and education, found each a good deal to say. The duke, besides his other patriotic qualities, was a distinguished agriculturist, and proud of his knowledge in that department. He entertained Jeanie with his observations on the different breeds of cattle in Scotland, and their capacity for the dairy, and received so much information from her practical experience in return, that he promised her a couple of Devonshire cows in reward of the lesson. In short, his mind was so transported back to his rural employments and amusements, that he sighed when his carriage stopped opposite to the old hackney-coach, which Archibald had kept in attendance at the place where they had left it. While the coachman again bridled his lean cattle, which had been indulged with a bite of musty hay, the duke cautioned Jeanie not to be too communicative to her landlady concerning what had passed. "There is," he

said, "no use of speaking of matters till they are actually settled; and you may refer the good lady to Archibald, if she presses you hard with questions. She is his old acquaintance, and he knows how to manage with her."

"He then took a cordial farewell of Jeanie, and told her to be ready in the ensuing week to return to Scotland saw her safely established in her hackney