She married a Mr.
Routledge, the son of a yeoman, and "compounded" her rights (but not those of her issue) for a small sung of ready money, paid by old Dormont.
She bears a boy; then she and her husband died in poverty.

Their son was sent by a friend to the East Indies, and was presented with a packet of papers, which he left unopened at a lawyer's.

The young man made a fortune in India, returned to Scotland, and took a shooting in Dumfriesshire, near bormont, his ancestral home.

He lodged at a small inn hard by, and the landlady, struck by his name, began to gossip with him about his family history.

He knew nothing of the facts which the landlady disclosed, but, impressed by her story, sent for and examined his neglected packet of papers.