Some of the rooms were hastily put in order for the reception of the young lady, and of her father’s dead body.  Mannering now found his farther interference would be unnecessary, and might be misconstrued.  He observed, too, that several families connected with that of Ellangowan, and who indeed derived their principal claim of gentility from the alliance, were now disposed to pay to their trees of genealogy a tribute which the adversity of their supposed relatives had been inadequate to call forth; and that the honour of superintending the funeral rites of the dead Godfrey Bertram (as in the memorable case of Homer’s birthplace) was likely to be debated by seven gentlemen of rank and fortune, none of whom had offered him an asylum while living.  He therefore resolved, as his presence was altogether useless, to make a short tour of a fortnight, at the end of which period the adjourned sale of the estate of Ellangowan was to proceed.

But before he departed he solicited an interview with the Dominie.  The poor man appeared, on being informed a gentleman wanted to speak to him, with some expression of surprise in his gaunt features, to which recent sorrow had given an expression yet more grisly.  He made two or three profound reverences to Mannering, and then, standing erect, patiently waited an explanation of his commands.

‘You are probably at a loss to guess, Mr. Sampson,’ said Mannering, ‘what a stranger may have to say to you?’

’Unless it were to request that I would undertake to train up some youth in polite letters and humane learning; but I cannot—­I cannot; I have yet a task to perform.’

’No, Mr. Sampson, my wishes are not so ambitious.  I have no son, and my only daughter, I presume, you would not consider as a fit pupil.’

‘Of a surety no,’ replied the simple-minded Sampson.  ’Nathless, it was I who did educate Miss Lucy in all useful learning, albeit it was the housekeeper who did teach her those unprofitable exercises of hemming and shaping.’

‘Well, sir,’ replied Mannering, ’it is of Miss Lucy I meant to speak.  You have, I presume, no recollection of me?’

Sampson, always sufficiently absent in mind, neither remembered the astrologer of past years, nor even the stranger who had taken his patron’s part against Glossin, so much had his friend’s sudden death embroiled his ideas.

‘Well, that does not signify,’ pursued the Colonel; ’I am an old acquaintance of the late Mr. Bertram, able and willing to assist his daughter in her present circumstances.  Besides, I have thoughts of making this purchase, and I should wish things kept in order about the place; will you have the goodness to apply this small sum in the usual family expenses?’ He put into the Dominie’s hand a purse containing some gold.

‘Pro-di-gi-ous!’ exclaimed Dominie Sampson.  ’But if your honour would tarry—­’

‘Impossible, sir, impossible,’ said Mannering, making his escape from him.