indifferent, excited his companion's eager curiosity; and not that only, but also his hope of working himself into some sort of confidence, which might make him necessary to his patron, being by no means satisfied to rest on mere sufferance, if he could form, by art or industry, a more permanent title to his favour.
"I thought," said he, after a moment's pause, "that was a settled matter—they are continually together, and nothing else is spoken of betwixt Lammerlaw and Traprain."
"They may say what they please," replied his patron, "but I know better, and I'll give you Miss Lucy Ashton's health again, my boy."
"And I would drink it on my knee," said Craigengelt, "if I thought the girl had the spirit to jilt that d—d son of a Spaniard."
"I am to request you will not use the word jilt and Miss Ashton's name together," said Bucklaw, gravely.
