第77章 THE ADVENTURE OF THE RUNAWAY COUPLE(1)

THE country had for some time back been changing in character.By a thousand indications I could judge that I was again drawing near to Scotland.I saw it written in the face of the hills, in the growth of the trees, and in the glint of the waterbrooks that kept the high-road company.It might have occurred to me, also, that I was, at the same time, approaching a place of some fame in Britain - Gretna Green.Over these same leagues of road - which Rowley and I now traversed in the claret-coloured chaise, to the note of the flageolet and the French lesson - how many pairs of lovers had gone bowling northwards to the music of sixteen scampering horseshoes;

and how many irate persons, parents, uncles, guardians, evicted rivals, had come tearing after, clapping the frequent red face to the chaise-window, lavishly shedding their gold about the post-

houses, sedulously loading and re-loading, as they went, their avenging pistols! But I doubt if I had thought of it at all, before a wayside hazard swept me into the thick of an adventure of this nature; and I found myself playing providence with other people's lives, to my own admiration at the moment - and subsequently to my own brief but passionate regret.

At rather an ugly corner of an uphill reach I came on the wreck of a chaise lying on one side in the ditch, a man and a woman in animated discourse in the middle of the road, and the two postillions, each with his pair of horses, looking on and laughing from the saddle.

'Morning breezes! here's a smash!' cried Rowley, pocketing his flageolet in the middle of the TIGHT LITTLE ISLAND.

I was perhaps more conscious of the moral smash than the physical -

more alive to broken hearts than to broken chaises; for, as plain as the sun at morning, there was a screw loose in this runaway match.It is always a bad sign when the lower classes laugh: their taste in humour is both poor and sinister; and for a man, running the posts with four horses, presumably with open pockets, and in the company of the most entrancing little creature conceivable, to have come down so far as to be laughed at by his own postillions, was only to be explained on the double hypothesis, that he was a fool and no gentleman.

I have said they were man and woman.I should have said man and child.She was certainly not more than seventeen, pretty as an angel, just plump enough to damn a saint, and dressed in various shades of blue, from her stockings to her saucy cap, in a kind of taking gamut, the top note of which she flung me in a beam from her too appreciative eye.There was no doubt about the case: I saw it all.From a boarding-school, a black-board, a piano, and Clementi's SONATINAS, the child had made a rash adventure upon life in the company of a half-bred hawbuck; and she was already not only regretting it, but expressing her regret with point and pungency.

As I alighted they both paused with that unmistakable air of being interrupted in a scene.I uncovered to the lady and placed my services at their disposal.

It was the man who answered.'There's no use in shamming, sir,'

said he.'This lady and I have run away, and her father's after us: road to Gretna, sir.And here have these nincompoops spilt us in the ditch and smashed the chaise!'

'Very provoking,' said I.

'I don't know when I've been so provoked!' cried he, with a glance down the road, of mortal terror.

'The father is no doubt very much incensed?' I pursued civilly.

'O God!' cried the hawbuck.'In short, you see, we must get out of this.And I'll tell you what - it may seem cool, but necessity has no law - if you would lend us your chaise to the next post-house, it would be the very thing, sir.'

'I confess it seems cool,' I replied.

'What's that you say, sir?' he snapped.

'I was agreeing with you,' said I.'Yes, it does seem cool; and what is more to the point, it seems unnecessary.This thing can be arranged in a more satisfactory manner otherwise, I think.You can doubtless ride?'

This opened a door on the matter of their previous dispute, and the fellow appeared life-sized in his true colours.'That's what I've been telling her: that, damn her! she must ride!' he broke out.

'And if the gentleman's of the same mind, why, damme, you shall!'

As he said so, he made a snatch at her wrist, which she evaded with horror.

I stepped between them.

'No, sir,' said I; 'the lady shall not.'

He turned on me raging.'And who are you to interfere?' he roared.

'There is here no question of who I am,' I replied.'I may be the devil or the Archbishop of Canterbury for what you know, or need know.The point is that I can help you - it appears that nobody else can; and I will tell you how I propose to do it.I will give the lady a seat in my chaise, if you will return the compliment by allowing my servant to ride one of your horses.'

I thought he would have sprung at my throat.

'You have always the alternative before you: to wait here for the arrival of papa,' I added.

And that settled him.He cast another haggard look down the road, and capitulated.

'I am sure, sir, the lady is very much obliged to you,' he said, with an ill grace.

I gave her my hand; she mounted like a bird into the chaise;

Rowley, grinning from ear to ear, closed the door behind us; the two impudent rascals of post-boys cheered and laughed aloud as we drove off; and my own postillion urged his horses at once into a rattling trot.It was plain I was supposed by all to have done a very dashing act, and ravished the bride from the ravisher.

In the meantime I stole a look at the little lady.She was in a state of pitiable discomposure, and her arms shook on her lap in her black lace mittens.

'Madam - ' I began.

And she, in the same moment, finding her voice: 'O, what you must think of me!'