cognized as Miss Bellenden, and Lady Emily Hamilton, a sister of Lord Evandale.
"Had I no better gang to the house to put things to rights?" said Jenny, confounded with this unexpected apparition.
"We want nothing but the pass-key," said Miss. Bellenden; "Gudyill will open the windows of the little parlour."
"The little parlour's locked, and the lock's spoiled," answered Jenny, who recollected the local sympathy between that apartment and the bed-chamber of her guest.
"In the red parlour, then," said Miss Bellenden, and rode up to the front of the house, but by an approach different from that through which Morton had been conducted.
"All will be out," thought Jenny, "unless I can get him smuggled out of the house the back way."
So saying, she sped up the bank in great tribulation and uncertainty.
