go abroad. In that recess was my little work-shop, where I treasured the few carpenter's tools which old Caleb procured for me, and taught me how to use—there, in yonder corner, under that handsome silver sconce, I kept my fishing-rods, and hunting poles, bows, and arrows."
"I have a young birkie," said the Lord Keeper, willing to change the tone of the conversation, "of much the same turn—He is never happy, save when he is in the field—I wonder he is not here.—Here, Lockhard—send William Shaw for Mr Henry—I suppose he is, as usual, tied to Lucy's apron-string—that foolish girl, Master, draws the whole family after her at her pleasure."
Even this allusion to his daughter, though artfully thrown out, did not recal Ravenswood from his own topic.
"We were obliged to leave," he said, "some armour and portraits in this apartment—may I ask where they have been removed to?"
