It was, therefore, with renewed health and vigour that Lovel, guided by the trusty mendicant, brushed away the dew as he traversed the downs which divided the Den of St.Ruth, as the woods surrounding the ruins were popularly called, from the sea-shore.
The first level beam of the sun, as his brilliant disk began to emerge from the ocean, shot full upon the little gun-brig which was lying-to in the offing--close to the shore the boat was already waiting, Taffril himself, with his naval cloak wrapped about him, seated in the stern.

He jumped ashore when he saw the mendicant and Lovel approach, and, shaking the latter heartily by the hand, begged him not to be cast down.
"M'Intyre's wound," he said, "was doubtful, but far from desperate." His attention had got Lovel's baggage privately sent on board the brig; "and," he said, "he trusted that, if Lovel chose to stay with the vessel, the penalty of a short cruise would be the only disagreeable consequence of his rencontre.

As for himself, his time and motions were a good deal at his own disposal, he said, excepting the necessary obligation of remaining on his station." "We will talk of our farther motions," said Lovel, "as we go on board." Then turning to Edie, he endeavoured to put money into his hand.

"I think," said Edie, as he tendered it back again, "the hale folk here have either gane daft, or they hae made a vow to rain my trade, as they say ower muckle water drowns the miller.

I hae had mair gowd offered me within this twa or three weeks than I ever saw in my life afore.