tors along with it, for a couple of meddling old women; my next was to laugh very heartily; and my third and last was a settled opinion that the thing was reasonable, and would suit me well enough."
"Why, I thought you had never seen the wench but once—and then she had her riding-mask on—I am sure you told me so."
"Ay—but I liked her very well then. And Ravenswood's dirty usage of me—shutting me out of doors to dine with the lacqueys, because he had the Lord Keeper, forsooth, and his daughter, to be guests in his beggarly castle of starvation—D—n me, Craigengelt, if I ever forgive him till I play him as good a trick."
"No more you should, if you are a lad of mettle," said Craigengelt, the matter now taking a turn in which he could sympathize; "and if you carry this wench from him, it will break his heart."
"That it will not," said Bucklaw; "his heart is all steeled over with reason and
