It is natural I should like the Ruthvens, the Lindsays, the Ogilvys, the Oliphants, and so many others of our brave and noble neighbours, who are sheathed in steel of my making, like so many paladins, better than those naked, snatching mountaineers, who are ever doing us wrong, especially since no five of each clan have a rusty shirt of mail as old as their brattach; and that is but the work of the clumsy clan smith after all, who is no member of our honourable mystery, but simply works at the anvil, where his father wrought before him.

I say, such people can have no favour in the eyes of an honest craftsman." "Well--well," answered Simon; "I prithee let the matter rest even now, for here comes the loitering boy, and, though it is a holyday morn, I want no more bloody puddings." The youth entered accordingly.

His face was pale, his eyes red, and there was an air of discomposure about his whole person.

He sat down at the lower end of the table, opposite to Dorothy, and crossed himself, as if preparing for his morning's meal.

As he did not help himself to any food, Catharine offered him a platter containing some of the cakes which had met with such general approbation.