"Ipsden, in the midst of all this that poor man's ship is broken.

I feel it is! You will buy him another, if you really love me--for I like him." And so these lovers parted for a time; and Lord Ipsden with a bounding heart returned to Newhaven.

He went to entertain his late _vis-'a-vis_ at the "Peacock." Meantime a shorter and less pleasant _rencontre_ had taken place between Leith and that village.
Gatty felt he should meet his lost sweetheart; and sure enough, at a turn of the road Christie and Jean came suddenly upon him.
Jean nodded, but Christie took no notice of him; they passed him; he turned and followed them, and said, "Christie!" "What is your will wi' me ?" said she, coldly.
"I--I--How pale you are!" "I am no very weel." "She has been watching over muckle wi' Flucker," said Jean.
Christie thanked her with a look.
"I hope it is not--not--" "Nae fears, lad," said she, briskly; "I dinna think that muckle o' ye." "And I think of nothing but you," said he.
A deep flush crimsoned the young woman's brow, but she restrained herself, and said icily: "Thaat's very gude o' ye, I'm sure." Gatty felt all the contempt her manners and words expressed.

He bit his lips.

The tear started to his eye.