"And the people at Wolf’s hope—"said Ravenswood, "did none of them come to your assistance before the flame got so high?"
"Aye did they, mony ane of them, the rapscallions," said Caleb; "but truly I was in nae hurry to let them into the tower, where there were so much plate and valuables."
"Confound you for an impudent liar," said Ravenswood; "there was not a single ounce of"
"Forbye," said the Butler, most irreverently raising his voice to a pitch which drowned his master's, "the fire made fast on us, owing to the store of tapestry and carved timmer in the banqueting ha', and the loons ran like scauded rats so soon as they heard of the gunpouther."
"I do entreat," said the Marquis to Ravenswood, "you will ask him no more questions."
"Only one, my lord—What has become of poor Mysie?"
