At this critical moment entered the Counsellor and Dinmont. The former beheld to his astonishment the Colonel but just recovering from his first surprise, Lucy Bertram ready to faint with terror, and Miss Mannering in an agony of doubt and apprehension, which she in vain endeavoured to disguise or suppress. ‘What is the meaning of all this?’ said he; ‘has this young fellow brought the Gorgon’s head in his hand? let me look at him. By Heaven!’ he muttered to himself, ‘the very image of old Ellangowan! Yes, the same manly form and handsome features, but with a world of more intelligence in the face. Yes! the witch has kept her word.’ Then instantly passing to Lucy, ‘Look at that man, Miss Bertram, my dear; have you never seen any one like him?’
Lucy had only ventured one glance at this object of terror, by which, however, from his remarkable height and appearance, she at once recognised the supposed assassin of young Hazlewood, a conviction which excluded, of course, the more favourable association of ideas which might have occurred on a closer view. ‘Don’t ask me about him, sir,’ said she, turning away her eyes; ‘send him away, for Heaven’s sake! we shall all be murdered!’
‘Murdered! where’s the poker?’ said the Advocate in some alarm; ‘but nonsense! we are three men besides the servants, and there is honest Liddesdale, worth half-a-dozen, to boot; we have the major vis upon our side. However, here, my friend Dandie--Davie--what do they call you? keep between that fellow and us for the protection of the ladies.’
‘Lord! Mr. Pleydell,’ said the astonished farmer, ‘that’s Captain Brown; d ‘ye no ken the Captain?’
‘Nay, if he’s a friend of yours we may be safe enough,’ answered Pleydell; ‘but keep near him.’
All this passed with such rapidity that it was over before the Dominie had recovered himself from a fit of absence, shut the book which he had been studying in a corner, and, advancing to obtain a sight of the strangers, exclaimed at once upon beholding Bertram, ‘If the grave can give up the dead, that is my dear and honoured master!’
‘We’re right after all, by Heaven! I was sure I was right,’ said the Lawyer; ‘he is the very image of his father. Come, Colonel, what do you think of, that you do not bid your guest welcome? I think--I believe--I trust we’re right; never saw such a likeness! But patience; Dominie, say not a word. Sit down, young gentleman.’
‘I beg pardon, sir; if I am, as I understand, in Colonel Mannering’s house, I should wish first to know if my accidental appearance here gives offence, or if I am welcome?’
Mannering instantly made an effort. ‘Welcome? most certainly, especially if you can point out how I can serve you. I believe I may have some wrongs to repair towards you, I have often suspected so; but your sudden and unexpected appearance, connected with painful recollections, prevented my saying at first, as I now say, that whatever has procured me the honour of this visit, it is an acceptable one.’
Bertram bowed with an air of distant yet civil acknowledgment to the grave courtesy of Mannering.