第3章 INTRODUCTION AND FIRST IMPRESSIONS(2)

Some delay took place in my leaving London for Scotland, and hence what seemed a hitch.I wrote mentioning the reason of my delay, and expressing the fear that I might have to forego the prospect of seeing him in Braemar, as his circumstances might have altered in the meantime.In answer came this note, like so many, if not most of his, indeed, without date:-

THE COTTAGE, CASTLETON OF BRAEMAR.(NO DATE.)

"MY DEAR SIR, - I am here as yet a fixture, and beg you to come our way.Would Tuesday or Wednesday suit you by any chance? We shall then, I believe, be empty: a thing favourable to talks.You get here in time for dinner.I stay till near the end of September, unless, as may very well be, the weather drive me forth.- Yours very sincerely, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON."

I accordingly went to Braemar, where he and his wife and her son were staying with his father and mother.

These were red-letter days in my calendar alike on account of pleasant intercourse with his honoured father and himself.Here is my pen-and-ink portrait of R.L.Stevenson, thrown down at the time:

Mr Stevenson's is, indeed, a very picturesque and striking figure.

Not so tall probably as he seems at first sight from his extreme thinness, but the pose and air could not be otherwise described than as distinguished.Head of fine type, carried well on the shoulders and in walking with the impression of being a little thrown back; long brown hair, falling from under a broadish-brimmed Spanish form of soft felt hat, Rembrandtesque; loose kind of Inverness cape when walking, and invariable velvet jacket inside the house.You would say at first sight, wherever you saw him, that he was a man of intellect, artistic and individual, wholly out of the common.His face is sensitive, full of expression, though it could not be called strictly beautiful.It is longish, especially seen in profile, and features a little irregular; the brow at once high and broad.A hint of vagary, and just a hint in the expression, is qualified by the eyes, which are set rather far apart from each other as seems, and with a most wistful, and at the same time possibly a merry impish expression arising over that, yet frank and clear, piercing, but at the same time steady, and fall on you with a gentle radiance and animation as he speaks.Romance, if with an indescribable SOUPCON of whimsicality, is marked upon him;

sometimes he has the look as of the Ancient Mariner, and could fix you with his glittering e'e, and he would, as he points his sentences with a movement of his thin white forefinger, when this is not monopolised with the almost incessant cigarette.There is a faint suggestion of a hair-brained sentimental trace on his countenance, but controlled, after all, by good Scotch sense and shrewdness.In conversation he is very animated, and likes to ask questions.A favourite and characteristic attitude with him was to put his foot on a chair or stool and rest his elbow on his knee, with his chin on his hand; or to sit, or rather to half sit, half lean, on the corner of a table or desk, one of his legs swinging freely, and when anything that tickled him was said he would laugh in the heartiest manner, even at the risk of bringing on his cough, which at that time was troublesome.Often when he got animated he rose and walked about as he spoke, as if movement aided thought and expression.Though he loved Edinburgh, which was full of associations for him, he had no good word for its east winds, which to him were as death.Yet he passed one winter as a "Silverado squatter," the story of which he has inimitably told in the volume titled THE SILVERADO SQUATTERS; and he afterwards spent several winters at Davos Platz, where, as he said to me, he not only breathed good air, but learned to know with closest intimacy John Addington Symonds, who "though his books were good, was far finer and more interesting than any of his books." He needed a good deal of nursery attentions, but his invalidism was never obtrusively brought before one in any sympathy-seeking way by himself; on the contrary, a very manly, self-sustaining spirit was evident; and the amount of work which he managed to turn out even when at his worst was truly surprising.

His wife, an American lady, is highly cultured, and is herself an author.In her speech there is just the slightest suggestion of the American accent, which only made it the more pleasing to my ear.She is heart and soul devoted to her husband, proud of his achievements, and her delight is the consciousness of substantially aiding him in his enterprises.