But they never look near the place, and Maister Loudon in Auchenlochan does the factorin'.

He's let the public an' filled the twae lodges, and he'll be thinkin' nae doot that he's done eneuch." Mrs.Morran had poured some hot water into the big slop-bowl, and had begun the operation known as "synding out" the cups.

It was a hint that the meal was over, and Dickson and Heritage rose from the table.
Followed by an injunction to be back for supper "on the chap o' nine," they strolled out into the evening.

Two hours of some sort of daylight remained, and the travellers had that impulse to activity which comes to all men who, after a day of exercise and emptiness, are stayed with a satisfying tea.
"You should be happy, Dogson," said the Poet.

"Here we have all the materials for your blessed romance--old mansion, extinct family, village deserted of men, and an innkeeper whom I suspect of being a villain.