To ran shrieking after the carriage was the first vain effort of her distraction, but she was stopped by one or two female neighbours, assembled by the extraordinary appearance of a coach in that sequestered place, who almost forced her back to her father's house.

The deep and sympathetic affliction of these poor people, by whom the little family at St.Leonard's were held in high regard, filled the house with lamentation.

Even Dumbiedikes was moved from his wonted apathy, and, groping for his purse as he spoke, ejaculated, "Jeanie, woman!--Jeanie, woman! dinna greet--it's sad wark, but siller will help it;" and he drew out his purse as he spoke.
The old man had now raised himself from the ground, and, looking about him as if he missed something, seemed gradually to recover the sense of his wretchedness.

"Where," he said, with a voice that made the roof ring, "where is the vile harlot, that has disgraced the blood of an honest man ?--Where is she, that has no place among us, but has come foul with her sins, like the Evil One, among the children of God ?--Where is she, Jeanie ?--Bring her before me, that I may kill her with a word and a look!" All hastened around him with their appropriate sources of consolation--the Laird with his purse, Jeanie with burnt feathers and strong waters, and the women with their exhortations.

"O neighbour--O Mr.Deans, it's a sair trial, doubtless--but think of the Rock of Ages, neighbour--think of the promise!" "And I do think of it, neighbours--and I bless God that I can think of it, even in the wrack and ruin of a' that's nearest and dearest to me--But to be the father of a castaway--a profligate--a bloody Zipporah--a mere murderess!--O, how will the wicked exult in the high places of their wickedness!--the prelatists, and the latitudinarians, and the hand-waled murderers, whose hands are hard as horn wi' handing the slaughter-weapons--they will push out the lip, and say that we are even such as themselves.