"Sister," said Lord Evandale, "you are unjust, if not envious."
"Unjust I may be, Evandale, but I should not have dreamt," glancing her eye at a mirror, "of being thought envious without better cause—But let us go to the old lady; she is making a feast in the other room, which might have dined all your troop when you had one."
Lord Evandale accompanied her in silence to the parlour, for he knew it was in vain to contend with her prepossessions and offended pride. They found the table covered with refreshments arranged under the careful inspection of Lady Margaret.
"Ye could hardly weel be said to breakfast this morning, my Lord Evandale, and ye-maun e'en, partake of a small collation before ye ride, such as this poor house, whose inmates are so much indebted to you, can provide in their present circumstances. For my ain part, I like to see young folks. take some refection before they ride out upon their sports or their
