"Drop the subject, drop the subject, Mr. Dick!" said the minister, impatiently; "you are getting personal."
The Corporal could not see how that was, but he could see that his presence was not desired. So he rose to depart, saying--"I’m feared I hae been impudent, an’ that my gun has got raither het firing, but, in candid truth, I wasna meanin’t. But jist let me say ae word mair; ye’ll alloo this, that a fool may gie an advice tae a wise man, and this is my advice tae you, sir--the advice o’ an auld sodger and a Haldanite; no’ muckle worth, ye may think:--Dinna hairm Adam Mercer, or ye’ll hairm yer best freen’, yer best elder, and yer best parishioner. I beg pardon for my freedom, sir," he added, with a deferential bow.
The minister returned it stiffly, remarking only that Mr. Dick was ignorant of all the facts and history of the case, or he would have judged otherwise.
Something, however, of what the Corporal had said fell on the heart of the minister, like dew in a cloudy night upon dry ground.
The Corporal was obliged, on family or on Haldanite business, we know not which, to return by the "Highflyer" next morning. As that slow but sure conveyance jolted along the road but twice a week, he could not, in the circumstances in which he was placed, remain until its next journey.
On leaving the Manse, he proceeded at once to the house of Dr. Scott, the well-known doctor of the parish, and of a district around it limited only by the physical endurance of himself and of his brown horse, "Bolus". When the Corporal called, the Doctor was absent on one of his constantly recurring professional rides. Being a bachelor, his only representative was his old servant Effie, who received the visitor. She kept the surgery as well as the house, and was as well known in the parish as her master. Indeed she was suspected by many to have skill equal to her master’s, very likely owing to the powerful effects produced by her suggestive prescriptions. On learning the absence of the doctor, the Corporal inquired when he was likely to return.
"Wha i’ the warl’ can tell that? Whatna quastion tae speer at me!" exclaimed Effie.
"I meant nae offence," replied the Corporal; "but my freend, Sergeant Mercer----"