"Forty-seven; I'll no' deny it, Lundie; and if I get Mabel, there'll be just a wife for every twa lustrums.
But I didna think Sergeant Dunham would be so humble minded as to dream of giving that sweet lass of his to one like the Pathfinder."
"There's no dream about it, Davy; the man is as serious as a soldier about to be flogged."
"Well, well, Major, we are auld friends," -- both ran into the Scotch or avoided it, as they approached or drew away from their younger days, in the dialogue, -- "and ought to know how to take and give a joke, off duty. It is possible the worthy man has not understood my hints, or he never would have thought of such a thing.
The difference between an officer's consort and a guide's woman is as vast as that between the antiquity of Scotland and the antiquity of America.
I'm auld blood, too, Lundie."
"Take my word for it Davy, your antiquity will do you no good in this affair; and as for your blood, it is not older than your bones.
Well, well, man, ye know the Sergeant's answer; and so ye perceive that my influence, on which ye counted so much, can do nought for ye.
Let us take a glass thegither, Davy, for auld acquaintance sake; and then ye'll be doing well to remember the party that marches the morrow, and to forget Mabel Dunham as fast as ever you can."
"Ah, Major! I have always found it easier to forget a wife than to forget a sweetheart.
When a couple are fairly married, all is settled but the death, as one may say, which must finally part us all; and it seems to me awfu' irreverent to disturb the departed; whereas there is so much anxiety and hope and felicity in expectation like, with the lassie, that it keeps thought alive."
"That is just my idea of your situation, Davy; for I never supposed you expected any more felicity with either of your wives.
Now, I've heard of fellows who were so stupid as to look forward to happiness with their wives even beyond the grave.
I drink to your success, or to your speedy recovery from this attack, Lieutenant; and I admonish you to be more cautious in future, as some of these violent cases may yet carry you off."
"Many thanks, dear Major; and a speedy termination to an old courtship, of which I know something. This is real mountain dew, Lundie, and it warms the heart like a gleam of bonnie Scotland.
As for the men you've just mentioned, they could have had but one wife a piece; for where there are several, the deeds of the women themselves may carry them different ways.
I think a reasonable husband ought to be satisfied with passing his allotted time with any particular wife in this world, and not to go about moping for things unattainable.
I'm infinitely obliged to you, Major Duncan, for this and all your other acts of friendship; and if you could but add another, I should think you had not altogether forgotten the play-fellow of your boyhood."
"Well, Davy, if the request be reasonable, and such as a superior ought to grant, out with it, man."
"If ye could only contrive a little service for me, down among the Thousand Isles, for a fortnight or so, I think this matter might be settled to the satisfaction of all parties.
Just remember, Lundie, the lassie is the only marriageable white female on this frontier."
"There is always duty for one in your line at a post, however small; but this below can be done by the Sergeant as well as by the Quartermaster-general, and better too."
"But not better than by a regimental officer.
There is great waste, in common, among the orderlies."
"I'll think of it, Muir," said the Major, laughing, "and you shall have my answer in the morning.
Here will be a fine occasion, man, the morrow, to show yourself off before the lady; you are expert with the rifle, and prizes are to be won.
Make up your mind to display your skill, and who knows what may yet happen before the Scud sails."
"I'm thinking most of the young men will try their hands in this sport, Major!"
"That will they, and some of the old ones too, if you appear.
To keep you in countenance, I'll try a shot or two myself, Davy; and you know I have some name that way."
"It might, indeed, do good.
The female heart, Major Duncan, is susceptible in many different modes, and sometimes in a way that the rules of philosophy might reject. Some require a suitor to sit down before them, as it might be, in a regular siege, and only capitulate when the place can hold out no longer; others, again, like to be carried by storm; while there are hussies who can only be caught by leading them into an ambush.
The first is the most creditable and officer-like process, perhaps; but I must say I think the last the most pleasing."
"An opinion formed from experience, out of all question.
And what of the storming parties?"
"They may do for younger men, Lundie," returned the Quartermaster, rising and winking, a liberty that he often took with his commanding officer on the score of a long intimacy; "every period of life has its necessities, and at forty-seven it's just as well to trust a little to the head.
I wish you a very good even, Major Duncan, and freedom from gout, with a sweet and refreshing sleep."
"The same to yourself, Mr. Muir, with many thanks.
Remember the passage of arms for the morrow."
The Quartermaster withdrew, leaving Lundie in his library to reflect on what had just passed.
Use had so accustomed Major Duncan to Lieutenant Muir and all his traits and humors, that the conduct of the latter did not strike the former with the same force as it will probably the reader.
In truth, while all men act under one common law that is termed nature, the varieties in their dispositions, modes of judging, feelings, and selfishness are infinite.
CHAPTER XI.
Compel the hawke to sit that is unmann'd,
Or make the hound, untaught, to draw the deere,
Or bring the free against his will in band,
Or move the sad a pleasant tale to heere,
Your time is lost, and you no whit the neere!
So love ne learnes, of force the heart to knit:
She serves but those that feel sweet fancies' fit.