chaplain, he had an hour's ride on the wooden mare for his pains. Sir, I wish you a very good evening—I am obliged to depart the castle under M'Callum More's passport.
"Stay one instant, sir," said the preacher; "is there nothing I can do to testify my respect for the pupil of the great Gustavus, and so admirable a judge of preaching?"
"Nothing, sir," said the Captain, "but to shew me the nearest way to the gate—and if you would have the kindness," he added with great effrontery, "to let a servant bring my horse with him, the dark grey gelding—call him Gustavus, and he will prick up his ears—for I know not where the castle stables are situated, and my guide," he added, looking at Ranald, "speaks no English."
"I hasten to accommodate you," said the clergyman; "your way lies through that cloistered passage."
"Now heaven's blessing upon your vanity!" said the Captain to himself. "I was
