"I should be apt to read it, Our Right makes our Might."
"I believe it is something of that kind."
"May I ask, sir, if it is your family motto?"
"N—n—no—no—not ours. That is, I believe, the motto of the former people—mine is—mine is—in fact I have had some correspondence with Mr Gumming of the Lion-office in Edinburgh, about mine. He writes me the Glossins anciently bore for a motto, 'He who takes it makes it.'"
"If there be any uncertainty, sir, and the case were mine, I would assume the old motto, which seems to me the better of the two."
Glossin, whose tongue by this time clove to the roof of his mouth, only answered by a nod.
"It is odd enough," said Bertram, fixing his eye upon the arms and gateway, and partly addressing Glossin, partly as it were thinking aloud—"it is odd the tricks
