O, that ever ye suld hae asked him to light here!" exclaimed Jenny.
"Why, wha the muckle de'il d'ye say he is? There's nae law against harbouring and intercommunicating now," said Caddie; "sae, whig or tory, what need we care what he be?"
"Ay, but it's ahe will ding Lord Evandale's marriage ajee yet, if it's no the better looked to," said Jenny; "it's Miss Edith's first joe, your ain auld master, Cuddie."
"The de'il, woman!" exclaimed Cuddie, starting up, "trow ye that I am blind? I wad hae kein'd Mr Harry Morton amning a hunder."
"Ay, but, Guddie lad," replied Jenny, "though ye are no blind; ye are no sae notice-taking as I am."
"Weel, what for needs ye cast that up to me just now? or what did ye see about the man that was like our Maister Harry?"
"I will tell ye," said Jenny; "I jaloused
