Thou hast but to seek thee some temporary hiding place." "For that, my lord," said the glover, "I can be at no loss, since I have just title to the protection of the high Highland chief, Gilchrist MacIan, chief of the Clan Quhele." "Nay, if thou canst take hold of his mantle thou needs no help of any one else: neither Lowland churchman nor layman finds a free course of justice beyond the Highland frontier." "But then my child, noble sir--my Catharine ?" said the glover.
"Let her go with thee, man.

The graddan cake will keep her white teeth in order, the goat's whey will make the blood spring to her cheek again, which these alarms have banished and even the Fair Maiden of Perth may sleep soft enough on a bed of Highland breckan." "It is not from such idle respects, my lord, that I hesitate," said the glover.

"Catharine is the daughter of a plain burgher, and knows not nicety of food or lodging.

But the son of MacIan hath been for many years a guest in my house, and I am obliged to say that I have observed him looking at my daughter, who is as good as a betrothed bride, in a manner that, though I cared not for it in this lodging in Curfew Street, would give me some fear of consequences in a Highland glen, where I have no friend and Conachar many." The knightly provost replied by a long whistle.

"Whew! whew! Nay, in that case, I advise thee to send her to the nunnery at Elcho, where the abbess, if I forget not, is some relation of yours.