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reprobates； goats； God's enemies； brands for the burning； and Archie
tallied every mark of identification； and drew the inevitable private
inference that the Lord Justice…Clerk was the chief of sinners。
The mother's honesty was scarce complete。 There was one influence she
feared for the child and still secretly combated； that was my lord's；
and half unconsciously； half in a wilful blindness； she continued to
undermine her husband with his son。 As long as Archie remained silent；
she did so ruthlessly； with a single eye to heaven and the child's
salvation； but the day came when Archie spoke。 It was 1801； and Archie
was seven； and beyond his years for curiosity and logic； when he brought
the case up openly。 If judging were sinful and forbidden； how came papa
to be a judge？ to have that sin for a trade？ to bear the name of it for
a distinction？
〃I can't see it；〃 said the little Rabbi； and wagged his head。
Mrs。 Weir abounded in commonplace replies。
〃No； I cannae see it；〃 reiterated Archie。 〃And I'll tell you what；
mamma； I don't think you and me's justifeed in staying with him。〃
The woman awoke to remorse； she saw herself disloyal to her man； her
sovereign and bread…winner； in whom （with what she had of worldliness）
she took a certain subdued pride。 She expatiated in reply on my lord's
honour and greatness； his useful services in this world of sorrow and
wrong； and the place in which he stood； far above where babes and
innocents could hope to see or criticise。 But she had builded too well
… Archie had his answers pat： Were not babes and innocents the type of
the kingdom of heaven？ Were not honour and greatness the badges of the
world？ And at any rate； how about the mob that had once seethed about
the carriage？
〃It's all very fine；〃 he concluded； 〃but in my opinion papa has no right
to be it。 And it seems that's not the worst yet of it。 It seems he's
called 〃The Hanging judge〃 … it seems he's crooool。 I'll tell you what
it is； mamma； there's a tex' borne in upon me： It were better for that
man if a milestone were bound upon his back and him flung into the
deepestmost pairts of the sea。〃
〃O； my lamb； ye must never say the like of that！〃 she cried。 〃Ye're to
honour faither and mother； dear； that your days may be long in the land。
It's Atheists that cry out against him … French Atheists； Erchie！ Ye
would never surely even yourself down to be saying the same thing as
French Atheists？ It would break my heart to think that of you。 And O；
Erchie； here are'na YOU setting up to JUDGE？ And have ye no forgot
God's plain command … the First with Promise； dear？ Mind you upon the
beam and the mote！〃
Having thus carried the war into the enemy's camp； the terrified lady
breathed again。 And no doubt it is easy thus to circumvent a child with
catchwords； but it may be questioned how far it is effectual。 An
instinct in his breast detects the quibble； and a voice condemns it。 He
will instantly submit； privately hold the same opinion。 For even in
this simple and antique relation of the mother and the child；
hypocrisies are multiplied。
When the Court rose that year and the family returned to Hermiston； it
was a common remark in all the country that the lady was sore failed。
She seemed to loose and seize again her touch with life； now sitting
inert in a sort of durable bewilderment； anon waking to feverish and
weak activity。 She dawdled about the lasses at their work； looking
stupidly on； she fell to rummaging in old cabinets and presses； and
desisted when half through； she would begin remarks with an air of
animation and drop them without a struggle。 Her common appearance was
of one who has forgotten something and is trying to remember； and when
she overhauled； one after another； the worthless and touching mementoes
of her youth； she might have been seeking the clue to that lost thought。
During this period； she gave many gifts to the neighbours and house
lasses； giving them with a manner of regret that embarrassed the
recipients。
The last night of all she was busy on some female work； and toiled upon
it with so manifest and painful a devotion that my lord （who was not
often curious） inquired as to its nature。
She blushed to the eyes。 〃O； Edom； it's for you！〃 she said。 〃It's
slippers。 I … I hae never made ye any。〃
〃Ye daft auld wife！〃 returned his lordship。 〃A bonny figure I would
be； palmering about in bauchles！〃
The next day； at the hour of her walk； Kirstie interfered。 Kirstie took
this decay of her mistress very hard； bore her a grudge； quarrelled with
and railed upon her； the anxiety of a genuine love wearing the disguise
of temper。 This day of all days she insisted disrespectfully； with
rustic fury； that Mrs。 Weir should stay at home。 But； 〃No； no；〃 she
said； 〃it's my lord's orders；〃 and set forth as usual。 Archie was
visible in the acre bog； engaged upon some childish enterprise； the
instrument of which was mire； and she stood and looked at him a while
like one about to call； then thought otherwise； sighed； and shook her
head； and proceeded on her rounds alone。 The house lasses were at the
burnside washing； and saw her pass with her loose； weary； dowdy gait。
〃She's a terrible feckless wife； the mistress！〃 said the one。
〃Tut；〃 said the other； 〃the wumman's seeck。〃
〃Weel； I canna see nae differ in her；〃 returned the first。 〃A
fushionless quean； a feckless carline。〃
The poor creature thus discussed rambled a while in the grounds without
a purpose。 Tides in her mind ebbed and flowed； and carried her
to and fro like seaweed。 She tried a path； paused； returned； and tried
another； questing； forgetting her quest； the spirit of choice extinct in
her bosom； or devoid of sequency。 On a sudden； it appeared as though
she had remembered； or had formed a resolution； wheeled about； returned
with hurried steps； and appeared in the dining…room； where Kirstie was
at the cleaning； like one charged with an important errand。
〃Kirstie！〃 she began； and paused； and then with conviction； 〃Mr。 Weir
isna speeritually minded； but he has been a good man to me。〃
It was perhaps the first time since her husband's elevation that she had
forgotten the handle to his name； of which the tender； inconsistent
woman was not a little proud。 And when Kirstie looked up at the
speaker's face； she was aware of a change。
〃Godsake； what's the maitter wi' ye； mem？〃 cried the housekeeper；
starting from the rug。
〃I do not ken；〃 answered her mistress； shaking her head。 〃But he is not
speeritually minded； my dear。〃
〃Here； sit down with ye！ Godsake； what ails the wife？〃 cried Kirstie；
and helped and forced her into my lord's own chair by the cheek of the
hearth。
〃Keep me； what's this？〃 she gasped。 〃Kirstie； what's this？ I'm
frich'ened。〃
They were her last words。
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