at her a moment, as if to collect the sense of her words. She repeated them, and only bending his head, as an indication that he understood her, he entered the apartment, the door of which she pointed out to him. It was a small bed-chamber, used, as she informed him, by Lord Evandale when a guest at Fairy-knowe, connecting, on one side, with a little china-cabinet which opened to the garden, and, on the other, with a saloon, from which it was only separated by a thin wainscot partition. Having wished the stranger better health and good rest, Jenny descended as speedily as she could to her own mansion.
"O, Cuddie!" she exclaimed to her helpmate as she entered, "I doubt we're ruined folk!"
"How can that be? What's the matter wi' ye?" returned the imperturbed Cuddie, who was one of those persons who do not easily take alarm at any thing.
"Wha d'ye think yon gentleman is?—
