"Call no man by such a name till you know he deserves it.

If Gueldmar was suspected, as you say, why didn't somebody arrest him on the charge ?" "Because, ye see," replied Macfarlane, "there was not sufficient proof to warrant such a proceeding.

Moreover, the actual meenister of the parish declared it was a' richt, an' said this Gueldmar was a mon o' vera queer notions, an' maybe, had buried his wife wi' certain ceremonies peculiar to himself--What's wrong wi' ye now ?" For a light had flashed on Errington's mind, and with the quick comprehension it gave him, his countenance cleared.

He laughed.
"That's very likely," he said; "Mr.Gueldmar is a character.

He follows the faith of Odin, and not even Dyceworthy can convert him to Christianity." Macfarlane stared with a sort of stupefied solemnity.
"Mon!" he exclaimed, "ye never mean to say there's an actual puir human creature that in this blessed, enlightened nineteenth century of ours, is so far misguidit as to worship the fearfu' gods o' the Scandinavian meethology ?" "Ah!" yawned Lorimer, "you may wonder away, Sandy, but it's true enough! Old Gueldmar is an Odinite.