“Then, I may be quite at my ease,” rejoined Sir John.
“Quite so,” replied Jeanie—and she slipped half-a-crown into his hand—“and there’s your arles; but ye’ll be minded better ere ye leave us.”
“My word, no an ill beginnin,” quoth the musician, looking with well-affected delight at the coin, and afterwards putting it carefully into his pocket. “But ye could hae gien me a far mair acceptable arles than half-a-crown,” he added, “and no been a penny the poorer either.”
“What’s that?” said Jeanie, laughing and blushing at the same time, and more than half guessing, from the looks of the pawky fiddler, what was meant.
“Why, my bonny leddie,” he replied, “jist a kiss o’ that pretty little mou o’ yours.”
“Oh, ye gowk!” exclaimed Jeanie, with a roguish glance at her humble gallant; for, disguised as he was, he was not able to conceal a very handsome person, nor the very agreeable expression of a set of remarkably fine features—qualities which did not escape the vigilance of the female eye that was now scanning their possessor. Nor would we say that these qualities were viewed with total indifference, or without producing their effect, even although they did belong to a fiddler.
“Oh, ye gowk!” said Jeanie; “wha ever heard o’ a fiddler preferring a kiss to half-a-crown?”
“But I do, though,” replied the disguised knight; “and I’ll gie ye yours back again for’t.”
“The mair fule you,” exclaimed Jeanie, rushing away towards the house, and leaving the fiddler to make out the remainder of the way by himself.
On reaching the house, the musician was ushered into the kitchen, where a plentiful repast was instantly set before him, by the kind and considerate hospitality of Jeanie, who, not contented with her guest’s making a hearty meal at table, insisted on his pocketing certain pieces of cheese, cold meat, &c., which were left. These the fiddler steadily refused; but Jeanie would take no denial, and with her own hands crammed them into his capacious pockets, which, after the operation, stuck out like a well-filled pair of saddle-bags. But there was no need for any one who might be curious to know what they contained, to look into them for that purpose. Certain projecting bones of mutton and beef, which it was found impossible to get altogether out of sight, sufficiently indicated their contents. Of this particular circumstance, however—we mean the projection of the bones from the pockets—we must observe, the owner of the said pockets was not aware, otherwise, we daresay, he would have been a little more positive in rejecting the provender which Jeanie’s warmheartedness and benevolence had forced upon him.