“I am glad to hear you speak so bravely and confidently. Go home, and put your house in better order than it is. There seems to be ill-will and unhappiness in it. Make your women walk circumspectly, and give no occasion for people to take your name up. Your name is not to be lightly used now, David Promoter.”
David had looked forward to this visit, anticipated the minister’s praises and satisfaction, had even brought him a little present of some fine tobacco. He left the manse with a sense of anger and humiliation, and with the tobacco in his pocket. He had found no opportunity to offer it. And the home-coming from which Maggie had expected so much was an unhappy one. David blamed her for Dr. Balmuto’s coldness and apparent lack of interest in his affairs; and whether Maggie had done wrong, or had only been wronged, he felt that she had injured him and his prospects. Nervous and sensitive to a foolish degree on the subject of social respect from those in authority, he gave to the affair far more importance than it deserved. He made Maggie almost feel as if she had brought absolute and irretrievable ruin upon him.
Still he would not be unjust to her, nor listen to any accusation not made before her face. Even Aunt Janet, though she attacked David on his weakest side, by giving him all the respect due to a placed minister, did not succeed in gaining his private ear. “I’ll give nae occasion for backbiting,” he said, “tell me when Maggie is present, what you have to say against her.”
“She read novels, instead of working at her trade—she held herself aloof from people, and stayed by herself. She did not go regularly to kirk and meeting. She had spent good money having the ‘Allan Campbell’ put in order, yet she would neither lend nor hire the boat when it was asked of her. She kept Mr. Campbell’s room locked up, and would not even let a friend of the family drink a cup of tea inside it. She was queer and cold to all the lads, and had been specially rude to Angus Raith, whose mother was Mistress Caird’s chief friend. Folks, too, wondered where she got money, and Maggie had not respected their curiosity, and satisfied them that she was living honest.”
These were Aunt Janet’s principal accusations against her niece. Maggie answered them very plainly. She declared that she could not get work, because her aunt’s complaints had deprived her of all her friends. The books she read were the same books Mr. Campbell had read aloud to them both. As for the boat, she did not want it to go to waste, and if she loaned it to one person, she might as well have given it to the village. If she had taken hire, it would have been a great offence, and worse said of her, than for keeping it at anchor. As it was, she asserted Aunt Janet had lent it to the Raiths frequently, without her knowledge or consent at the time.
“Not mair than three times, Maggie,” interrupted Mrs. Caird, “and you were that ill-tempered I couldna ask you anent it. You wad hae snappit my head aff.”
“That was three times o’er many, aunt,” answered David; “the boat was Maggie’s; folks should speer it of hersel’; I would hae nae right to lend it, and I wouldna do it, nae matter wha asked it o’ me.”
“The Raiths are gude frien’s”—
“For a’ the Raiths in Fife and Moray, no!”
“Then Davie, as for letting Mr. Campbell’s room be for the use of a’ and sundry that liked it, how could I? You ken, he told me tak’ care o’ the pictures and books inside it.”