for Mr Mac-Morlan, and, putting the deed into his hand, requested to know if it was likely to be available to his friend Lucy Bertram. Mac-Morlan perused it with eyes that sparkled with delight, snapped his fingers repeatedly, and at length exclaimed, "Available!—it's as tight as a glove—naebody could make better work than Glossin, when he did na let down a steek on purpose—but (his countenance falling) the auld b———, that I should say so, might alter at pleasure."
"How shall we know that?"
"Somebody must attend on Miss Bertram's part, when the repositories of the deceased are opened."
"Can you go?"
"I fear not—I must attend a jury trial before our court."
"Then I will go myself—I'll set out tomorrow. Sampson shall go with me—he is witness to this settlement. But I shall want a legal adviser?"
