slowly, "that nothing can concern me less—Whose hounds come so near us?"
"The Honourable Lord Bittlebrain's," answered Caleb, who had followed the impatient Laird of Bucklaw into his master's bed-room, "and truly I ken nae title they have to be yowling and howling within the freedoms and immunities of your lordship's right of free-forestry."
"Nor I, Caleb," replied Ravenswood, "excepting that they have bought both the lands and the right of forestry, and may think themselves entitled to exercise the rights they have paid their money for."
"It may be sae, my lord," replied Caleb; "but its no gentleman's deed of them to come here and exercise such like right, and your lordship living at your ain castle of Wolf's Crag. Lord Bittlebrain would do weel to remember what his folks have been."
"And we what we now are," said the Master, with suppressed bitterness of feeling. "But reach me my cloak, Caleb, and
