But then there's Heavieside Brae, that's just a murder for post-cattle; but Jock kens the road brawly.' A loud rapping was heard at the door.
'That's no them.

I dinna hear the wheels.

Grizzel, ye limmer, gang to the door.' 'It's a single gentleman,' whined out Grizzel; 'maun I take him into the parlour ?' 'Foul be in your feet, then; it'll be some English rider.

Coming without a servant at this time o' night! Has the hostler ta'en the horse?
Ye may light a spunk o' fire in the red room.' 'I wish, ma'am,' said the traveller, entering the kitchen, 'you would give me leave to warm myself here, for the night is very cold.' His appearance, voice, and manner produced an instantaneous effect in his favour.

He was a handsome, tall, thin figure, dressed in black, as appeared when he laid aside his riding-coat; his age might be between forty and fifty; his cast of features grave and interesting, and his air somewhat military.