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Russia. Never dismounted between Moscow and Aberdeen. The ice is bearing to-night.'

      And the baron laughed inside the upturned collar of his cloak, for he knew that strangely-exaggerated stories were current about his feats in the saddle.

      'That's a lang ride, my lord, and a sliddery. And what's yer lordship's wull?'

      'Muckle ye care aboot my lordship to stand jawin' there in a night like this! Is nobody going to take my horse?'

      'I beg yer lordship's pardon. Caumill!—Yer lordship never said ye wanted yer lordship's horse ta'en. I thocht ye micht be gaein' on to The Bothie.—Tak' Black Geordie here, Caumill.—Come in to the parlour, my lord.'

      'How d'ye do, Miss Naper?' said Lord Rothie, as he entered the room. 'Here's this jade of a sister of yours asking me why I don't go home to The Bothie, when I choose to stop and water here.'

      'What'll ye tak', my lord?—Letty, fess the brandy.'

      'Oh! damn your brandy! Bring me a gill of good Glendronach.'

      'Rin, Letty. His lordship's cauld.—I canna rise to offer ye the airm-cheir, my lord.'

      'I can get one for myself, thank heaven!'

      'Lang may yer lordship return sic thanks.'

      'For I'm only new begun, ye think, Miss Naper. Well, I don't often trouble heaven with my affairs. By Jove! I ought to be heard when I do.'

      'Nae doobt ye will, my lord, whan ye seek onything that's fit to be gien ye.'

      'True. Heaven's gifts are seldom much worth the asking.'

      'Haud yer tongue, my lord, and dinna bring doon a judgment upo' my hoose, for it wad be missed oot o' Rothieden.'

      'You're right there, Miss Naper. And here comes the whisky to stop my mouth.'

      The Baron of Rothie sat for a few minutes with his feet on the fender before Miss Letty's blazing fire, without speaking, while he sipped the whisky neat from a wine-glass. He was a man about the middle height, rather full-figured, muscular and active, with a small head, and an eye whose brightness had not yet been dimmed by the sensuality which might be read in the condition rather than frame of his countenance. But while he spoke so pleasantly to the Miss Napiers, and his forehead spread broad and smooth over the twinkle of his hazel eye, there was a sharp curve on each side of his upper lip, half-way between the corner and the middle, which reminded one of the same curves in the lip of his ancestral boar's head, where it was lifted up by the protruding tusks. These curves disappeared, of course, when he smiled, and his smile, being a lord's, was generally pronounced irresistible. He was good-natured, and nowise inclined to stand upon his rank, so long as he had his own way.

      'Any customers by the mail to-night, Miss Naper?' he asked, in a careless tone.

      'Naebody partic'lar, my lord.'

      'I thought ye never let anybody in that wasn't particularly particular. No foot-passengers—eh?'

      'Hoot, my lord! that's twa year ago. Gin I had jaloosed him to be a fren' o' yer lordship's, forby bein' a lord himsel', ye ken as weel 's I du that I wadna hae sent him ower the gait to Luckie Happit's, whaur he wadna even be ower sure o' gettin' clean sheets. But gin lords an' lords' sons will walk afit like ither fowk, wha's to ken them frae ither fowk?'

      'Well, Miss Naper, he was no lord at all. He was nothing but a factor-body doon frae Glenbucket.'

      'There was sma' hairm dune than, my lord. I'm glaid to hear 't. But what'll yer lordship hae to yer supper?'

      'I would like a dish o' your chits and nears (sweetbreads and kidneys).'

      'Noo, think o' that!' returned the landlady, laughing. 'You great fowk wad hae the verra coorse o' natur' turned upside doon to shuit yersels. Wha ever heard o' caure (calves) at this time o' the year?'

      'Well, anything you like. Who was it came by the mail, did you say?'

      'I said naebody partic'lar, my lord.'

      'Well, I'll just go and have a look at Black Geordie.'

      'Verra weel, my lord.—Letty, rin an' luik efter him; and as sune 's he's roon' the neuk, tell Lizzie no to say a word aboot the leddy. As sure 's deith he's efter her. Whaur cud he hae heard tell o' her?'

      Lord Rothie came, a moment after, sauntering into the bar-parlour, where Lizzie, the third Miss Napier, a red-haired, round-eyed, white-toothed woman of forty, was making entries in a book.

      'She's a bonnie lassie that, that came in the coach to-night, they say, Miss Lizzie.'

      'As ugly 's sin, my lord,' answered Lizzie.

      'I hae seen some sin 'at was nane sae ugly, Miss Lizzie.'

      'She wad hae clean scunnert (disgusted) ye, my lord. It's a mercy ye didna see her.'

      'If she be as ugly as all that, I would just like to see her.'

      Miss Lizzie saw she had gone too far.

      'Ow, deed! gin yer lordship wants to see her, ye may see her at yer wull. I s' gang and tell her.'

      And she rose as if to go.

      'No, no. Nothing of the sort, Miss Lizzie. Only I heard that she was bonnie, and I wanted to see her. You know I like to look at a pretty girl.'

      'That's ower weel kent, my lord.'

      'Well, there's no harm in that, Miss Lizzie.'

      'There's no harm in that, my lord, though yer lordship says 't.'

      The facts were that his lordship had been to the county-town, some forty miles off, and Black Geordie had been sent to Hillknow to meet him; for in any weather that would let him sit, he preferred horseback to every other mode of travelling, though he seldom would be followed by a groom. He had posted to Hillknow, and had dined with a friend at the inn. The coach stopping to change horses, he had caught a glimpse of a pretty face, as he thought, from its window, and had hoped to overtake the coach before it reached Rothieden. But stopping to drink another bottle, he had failed; and it was on the merest chance of seeing that pretty face that he stopped at The Boar's Head. In all probability, had the Marquis seen the lady, he would not have thought her at all such a beauty as she appeared in the eyes of Dooble Sanny; nor, I venture to think, had he thought as the shoemaker did, would he yet have dared to address her in other than the words of such respect as he could still feel in the presence of that which was more noble than himself.

      Whether or not on his visit to the stable he found anything amiss with Black Geordie, I cannot tell, but he now begged Miss Lizzie to have a bedroom prepared for him.

      It happened to be the evening of Friday, one devoted by some of the townspeople to a symposium. To this, knowing that the talk will throw a glimmer on several matters, I will now introduce my reader, as a spectator through the reversed telescope of my history.

      A few of the more influential of the inhabitants had grown, rather than formed themselves, into a kind of club, which met weekly at The Boar's Head. Although they had no exclusive right to the room in which they sat, they generally managed to retain exclusive possession of it; for if any supposed objectionable person entered, they always got rid of him, sometimes without his being aware of how they had contrived to make him so uncomfortable. They began to gather about seven o'clock, when it was expected that boiling water would be in readiness for the compound generally called toddy, sometimes punch. As soon as six were assembled, one was always voted into the chair.

      On the present occasion, Mr. Innes, the school-master, was unanimously elected to that honour. He was a hard-featured, sententious, snuffy individual, of some learning, and great respectability.

      I omit the political talk with which their intercommunications began; for however interesting at the time is the scaffolding by which existing institutions arise, the poles and beams when gathered again in the builder's yard are scarcely a subject for the artist.

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