through which, himself unobserved, he could see two dragoons seated at their morning draught of ale, and conversing earnestly together.
"The more I think of it," said the one, "the less I like it, Inglis; Evandale was a good officer, and the soldier's friend; and though we were punished for the mutiny at Tillietudlem, yet, by ———, Frank, you must own we deserved it."
"D———n seize me, if I forgive him for it though," replied the other; "and I think I can sit in his skirts now."
"Why, man, you should forget and for give—Better take the start with him along with the rest, and join the ranting Highlanders. We have all eat King James's bread."
"Thou art an ass; the start, as you call it, will never happen; the day's put off. Halliday's seen a ghost, or Miss Bellenden's fallep sick of the pip, or some blasted nonsense or another; the thing will
