let them ken I'm coming, that's aye my way; and if I hae a deer I gie them twa shots, ane for the deer and ane for mysel."
He fired off his piece accordingly, and the number of lights were seen to traverse the house, and even to gleam before it. Hobbie Elliot pointed out one of these to Earnscliff, which seemed to glide from the house towards some of the out-houses—"That's Grace, hersel," said Hobbie. "She'll no meet me at the door, I'se warrant her—but she'll be awa', for a' that, to see if my hounds' supper be ready, poor beasts."
"Love me, love my dog," answered Earnscliff. "Ah, Hobbie, you are a lucky young fellow."
This observation was uttered with something like a sigh, which apparently did not escape the ear of his companion.
"Hout, other folk may be as lucky as I am—O how I have seen Miss Isbel Vere's head turn after somebody when they passed ane another at the Carlisle races!
