ton—you are making a mortal enemy of a young man, who is like to have the means of harming us"
"Did you ever know a Douglas who feared an enemy?" answered the lady contemptuously.
"Ay, but he is as proud and vindictive as an hundred Douglasses, and an hundred devils to boot. Think of it for a night only."
"Not for another moment," answered the lady;—"here, Mrs Patullo, give this billet to young Ravenswood."
"To the Master, madam?" said Mrs Patullo.
"Ay, to the Master, if you call him so."
"I wash my hands of it entirely," said the Keeper; "and I shall go down into the garden, and see that Jardine gathers the winter fruit for the dessert."
"Do so," said the lady, looking after him with looks of infinite contempt; "and thank God that you leave one behind you
